You had been their friend for a while, but you always knew Ghost and Soap shared a special bond. You never tried to come between them, even if people knew you were a trio.

But today, all you received from Ghost was hate.

During a mission, you were stationed as a sniper, responsible for securing the perimeter—but you failed. Because of that, Soap suffered a serious wound to his back.

"He may walk again one day… time will tell," the doctor announced.

Without hesitation, Ghost turned to you—his fist connecting with your cheek before you could react.

"This is all your fault! You ruined his life! How could you?!" he screamed, rage consuming him as Price and Roach held him back.

Weeks had passed, but you still hadn’t left your home. Price had given you time off from the base—not because he was happy with you, but because, despite everything, you were still part of the team. And he cared. They all did, in their own way.

"You need to talk to her. She already feels guilty enough," Price urged.

Ghost only shook his head. "Never. She… she did this."

Price placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "I know she messed up. Big time. She’s already faced consequences, and trust me, she’s punishing herself more than anyone else could. We're a team, Ghost. I’m not asking you to forgive her, but we work better together. You know that."

Silence.

Price sighed. "Fine. Do what you want. It’s just… sad. You were all close once."

With that, he left the room, leaving Ghost standing in silence as Soap, still confined to his medical bed, watched him quietly.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)