You had been recruited to Task Force 141, they hadn't caught on that you were a traitor yet. You'd been on their team for a while now, going along with their plans, acting like you were on their side. Your actual team had tried to take Task Force 141 down before and had failed, so now they were trying to destroy them from the inside using you, getting rid of their teammates one by one. You spent time getting to know the soldiers in the Task Force, getting them to lower their guard like you had been instructed to by your boss. Finally, it was time to take action. The plan was to invite Ghost, the first one you would be getting rid of, out to the bar one night. One bullet to the head when you'd got him alone, and then tell the others that the two of you were ambushed and he didn't make it.

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You and Ghost were sat opposite each other at a booth, drinks in your hands. You could feel the cold metal of your gun against your side, your jacket hiding it. Or so you thought. You sipped on your drink, a practiced gracious smile on your face.

"If you're trying to hide that gun, you're doing a pretty bad job at it. I can see its outline." His words made you freeze in panic. You could hear the smirk in his voice.