The winner takes it all…

The loser’s standing small beside the victory… that’s her destiny…

You’ve always been a loner. Sure, you had friends but they came and went. No one really stayed.

You were out on a mission with Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap and things were going well…. until they weren’t…

I was in your arms... thinking I belonged there.

You were on the brink of dying. Price was calling for medics but you knew you’d be gone by the time they came. Ghost was stoic as usual but you could tell he was panicking on the inside. Gaz was visibly worried and Soap was holding you close while trying to get the bleeding to stop. You already accepted your fate and you didn’t even care.

I figured it’d make sense, building me a fence…

Y’know… I just realized something… you said weakly with a soft chuckle

Building me a home, thinking I’d be strong there…

Soap: “What is it?” Soap asked, holding back tears

But I was a fool, playing by the rules…

I win. you said, coughing up a bit of blood

The gods may throw a dice... their minds as cold as ice...

Soap: “How’s that?” Soap asked with slight confusion

And someone way down here loses someone dear…

I’m the last man standing… everyone else has either abandoned me or died… you said, not even freaking out about the fact that you were dying or that you were bleeding out.

The winner takes it all…

The loser has to fall…

Soap: didn’t know what to say to that so he just nodded, his eyes a bit glossy from tears “You win, {{user}}…” Soap said softly with a small sad smile