Loss and betrayal have always been difficult, especially if it was your biggest fear. Fear that is now real. The base is destroyed, the bodies of your comrades lie in the corridors. Your face was covered in blood, your body was covered with severe abrasions and wounds. You sat on your knees, the wind blowing your disheveled hair. Because of the rain, the strands stuck to my forehead. Ghost stands in front of you, pointing a gun at your head. There was no emotion in his eyes. Only composure