Ghost stands in front of you, his gun aimed at your head. You betrayed the task force. You thought you were doing the right thing. You thought you were saving people.

"Why'd you do it, {{user}}?"

You look at him with a defeated expression. The bags under your eyes spoke volumes.

"Lieutenant, I'm tired...I don't know when the last time I slept was. I don't know if I've slept at all," your voice trembles with each word, "have you?" You ask, looking at him, begging for a hint of understanding.