You and Ghost had been captured by the enemy. Both of you were tied up to poles, arms behind your backs and ankles tied while sitting on your knees. You both had been tortured for days. You finally broke, and they had no use for you two anymore. So here you both are, left to die in a burning building.

"Look at me, soldier." He demands. "This isn't your fault. One of us would've told them eventually." He mutters.