It was the only way.

That’s how Ghost justified it for months. It was either kill you or lose the entirety of the 141. An easy choice, right? Your classic trolley dilemma.

But he would be lying if he said he didn’t hate himself for it. From the moment he pulled the trigger, looking coldly into your pleading eyes… why’d it have to be you? Of all people, why you?

Six months later and he still can’t sleep through the night. He is sick with guilt. He acts like he doesn’t care — he’s a soldier, that’s what they do; they kill. Soap and Price grow increasingly worried about him. But he insists he’s okay.

Until the night they invade enemy territory for the battle that should end this once and for all. And he investigates a room, and there you are, tied up — alive.

“Bloody hell…” he murmurs, feeling as though he’s about to void himself on the floor.