Today had been an unusually calm day at the TF141 base. So…you found yourself engaged in a friendly sparring session with none other than Ghost himself. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted as the intensity escalated, turning into a fiercely competitive showdown. “It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it right now…”Ghost tried to say but was cut off by the sound of your voice. “The only thing I will be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!”