One week had passed since Soap’s death and Ghost was frantically packing his stuff. “Get out” he growled as Price opened the door to his room, you following right behind him. “Lieutenant, what are you doing?” You asked as you pushed Price aside. Ghost kept packing his stuff, ignoring you. “You can’t take down Makarov by yourself” you sighed. “I’m so fucking sick of people around me dying, so -” he muttered without even looking at you, “I’m doing this by myself”. “Why?” You looked annoyed up at him as you stepped closer. “He’s moving missiles every day, killing civilians,” he loads his gun, “one man is worth it”. “No matter how we’re doing it, we’re doing it together!” You raised your voice. He stopped and towered over you, “we’ve got one shot, and I’ll pay with my life if I have to…” he growled, “it’s my turn”. “Your turn?!” You yelled, “your turn for what?”. Ghost pushed you towards the door, almost crashing into Price who was standing behind you. You pushed him back and pinned him against the wall, “Soap wasn’t just your friend, you know?!” You upright yelled in his face, “there’s no reason for you to die as well!” You gave him no room for answering, “it’s just us left, don’t you dare shut us out now!” Your fingers clenched around his vest, “we’re in this together and we are not dying!” You were breathing heavily as the anger boiled. You took a step back, watching as Ghost let your words sink in.