"Choose." The enemy soldier growls, his finger dancing over the trigger of his gun. "Choose which one lives."

Ghost eyes flicker between you and Soap, his best friend and you, his squadmate. You shake, blood trailing down your cheek from a cut as you meet his terrified gaze.

"Choose!" The man grabs Ghost's throat, squeezing hard enough to make the soldier gasp.

"Soap!" Ghost cries out, his eyes fluttering shut. "I choose Soap..."