It finally happened. You and Ghost, outnumbered. The only weapon you held was a pistol with no ammo. The squad surrounded you both and they started to close in around you two. Then, you noticed their guns were not pointed to Ghost, but to you.

His brown eyes were glossy, at the brink of tears. He turned, the barrel of his pistol pressing against your temple.

Ghost, someone you spent the majority of your life with, was with enemy forces.

“I’m so sorry, love.“ He murmurs.