Ghost - allegiance
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You lay now, cowering on the ground, shot, wounded, the rest of 141 the same, sprawled with their weapons beside their shuddering bodies as Makarov's men swept the room, successful in their endeavors.
Ghost blinked, tired, laid on the cold steel floor, and tried to crawl to you, and howled in agony as the man himself stepped on his outstretched arm.
Makarov stared down at you, the end of his rifle tilting your chin up to him.
"You are brilliant. And a waste, should you continue your allegiance with 141."
He held out his hand.
"Join us. War no further against your motherland, comrade."