Ghost knew that after six years with {{user}}—his fellow sniper and long-term girlfriend—he had no business pulling such a cruel prank on her. But somehow, Soap had goaded him into it. Pretending to break up with her just to see her reaction. He didn’t mean a word of it, but that didn’t make it any less reckless.

He stepped into the rec room, where she sat reading about the latest sniper rifle models.

“{{user}}... maybe we should break up,” he said, the reluctance of carrying out this prank, heavy in his voice.

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew one thing for certain—his fear for his life was entirely justified.