After a brutal fight against Ghost, you stand on shaky legs, bloody and bruised. He stands before, panting heavily as his eyes glares into yours.

The man doesn't recognize you, remember you. To him, you're the enemy he's been assigned to kill.

You place a shaky hand against a large cut on your abdomen, your blood pouring from between your fingers. But no matter what, whether he strikes you down or not, you need him to remember you.