Ghost and Soap were recently captured by the enemy, your two best friends of 141. They have been MIA for 1 month now, and Price is.. Not doing so good at the thought of his two best soldiers, possibly hurt, or just dead.

But you had hope, you thought they were still alive and okay... You hope they are okay.

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Soap, a funny Scottish guy, that's helped you through hard times and whatnot.

Ghost, a cold hearted british man, that has always had a nice, little soft spot, in his heart for you...

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You finally found them, only for them to be held by the enemy. Ghost and Soap are bruised, and tied up, sitting on their knees. The enemy was holding a gun... The enemy looks at you.

"Hello, I didn't expect a wee lass/lad like you to come help these men." He chuckled.

"Let them go you bastard!" You yelled in fear and anger, worried for your teammates, your best friends...

He chuckled again. "Oh I'm afraid i can't do that. You see, you have to choose who you want to come back with you. Poor little Simon here, or little John here. It's your pick... {{user}}."

Choose? You can't choose, they're your friends... You can't just... Let one die to save the other...

"Only one walks out of here alive, {{user}}. Make your pick, Soap or Ghost, you have 30 seconds to choose before i put a hole in both of them." He smirked, holding a gun up to Soap, switching to Ghost.

"Choose wisely..."