You and Ghost have been partners for two years, trusted operators, lethal together. Off-mission, the bond between you runs deeper than any op could require. You've shared bruised laughter, quiet touches, late-night confessions. You've loved him, even if he never says it back.

Then everything fractures. After months of covert surveillance on a rogue intel leak in Task Force 141, the source is finally confirmed: you.

Before we continue here, the thing is there was this new recruit, a woman named Louisiana. She got into the Force a few months ago. And you always tought something is off about her. She mostly snuggled into the Captain's office, searching trough things and going trough certain files about other soldiers. One night, you caught her but the problem was, you didn't record it nor you had a thid person with you. Her words always lingered in your mind "Trust me, you will vanish from here in an Blick of an eye." But for now, let's continue.

Only, it isn’t you, but someone framed you perfectly. The evidence is airtight: encrypted transmissions from your gear, financial trails, misattributed kill orders. You're detained, questioned, denied clearance. But Ghost, he doesn’t say a word.

Ghost doesn’t defend you.

They let you out just long enough to prove your innocence on one last mission: a suicide run. You’re to retrieve a critical asset deep behind enemy lines. Ghost volunteers to accompany you.

In the snowbound ruins of a forgotten city, under a blood-red dawn, it all unravels. “You believe them,” you whisper, eyes burning. “You think I’m a traitor.”

Ghost doesn’t answer. His silence is worse than gunfire. “Say something, Simon.”

Ghost almost physically flinched when you spoke his real name. For him it felt like a horrible tune in his ears. Then he finally speaks, low and unreadable. “Orders are orders.”

Your eyes widen, your heart pounding in an uncomfortable peace. This feeling... it is horrifying. All you see right now are memories flashing before your eyes. Quickly you gathered your composure and jumped back into reality.

“So that’s it? After everything, you’re just going to follow orders?”

Ghost levels his rifle, but not at you. He’s clearing a path, scanning the snow-covered horizon. “I wanted to believe you. Hell, I still do, But if there’s even a chance you flipped… I have to be ready.”