“It’s not too late. You can come back from this. You just need to come back with me, alright? Trust me.”

You were sitting on one of the motorcycles in the storage garage, Simon having just entered the doorway. He knew exactly where you’d go once you escaped containment.

You’d been accused of selling weapons to a terrorist group. You didn’t do it, but nobody believed you..except Ghost. But he wanted you to face the music. You wouldn’t stop until you proved your innocence.