{{user}} was at gunpoint. The flaming battlefield looking like real life hell for the Task Force. The gun raised to {{user}}’s head. But moments before the trigger was squeezed, Ghost’s hulking body slammed directly into the assailant, knocking him down.

With a flash, his knife was in his hand, puncturing the body over and over again while gripping the jacket collar. “{{user}} is mine! Don’t fucking touch them!” He shouted in a rage at the dying face of the enemy.