Ghost had no idea how it had come to this, but somehow, all fingers pointed at him. Branded a traitor to the SAS despite everything he'd done—every mission, every victory, every moment of camaraderie. After all they'd been through together, they saw him as a mole.

All except {{user}}—his long-time girlfriend and fellow 141 soldier. She had stood by him through hell and back, and now, when everything was crumbling, she was the only one still at his side.

The situation was a mess.

"How could you do this? I treated you like my own son!"

Price's voice thundered through the room as he stood face-to-face with Ghost. Behind him, the rest of the 141 lingered in tense silence. Even Soap—who looked like he wanted to defend Ghost but didn’t—remained still.

Only {{user}} stood behind Ghost. The only one who still believed in him.