You and Ghost were thrown into the jaws of a merciless suicide mission. You're bodies a canvas of agony, wounds painting a portrait of your determination to press on. Unfortunately, you found yourselves outnumbered and surrounded by enemies, with no choice but to drop your weapons and surrender. The enemies debated on whether they should kill you both right here. Your teary eyes lock with Ghost's.

"Go ahead. Let it all out," he murmurs, his voice tinged with bittersweet empathy.