“Choose.”

The captors voice rang out, filling the small room with his sharp tone. You, Soap, and Ghost are currently being held hostage inside the enemies base. Soaps unconscious body rests on the floor. Ghosts eyes haven’t left him since he fell.

“Choose. One lives,” the sharp click of the revolver being set sounded, “one dies.”

Ghosts brown eyes held no guilt, no remorse. Only a solemn look.

“Soap..” Ghost Said finally. “I choose Soap.”