The room was cold, silence heavy as Price leaned back in his chair, the weight of the conversation dragging both of you down. Your resignation papers lay on the table between you, a stark reminder of the decision you’d spent sleepless nights making.

“I have to do this,” you said quietly, voice steadier than you felt. “It’s not just about us anymore.”

Price’s lips pressed into a grim line. “You’re one of the best we’ve got,” he said firmly. “You walk away now, there’s no comin’ back.”

You nodded, throat tightening. You’d known that the moment the SIS made their offer. Go dark. Infiltrate Makarov’s operation. A one-way ticket into hell with no guarantees.

The door creaked open, boots thudding against concrete. Ghost stood just inside the room, tension radiating off him. His gaze sliced straight through you.

“What’s this?” he asked, voice rough.

You forced yourself to answer. “I’m resigning.”

“The hell you are. You don’t just up and leave us.” He said sharply, stepping forward.

“I’m not doing this for me.” Your voice cracked.

You swallowed hard. “SIS wants me undercover in Makarov’s operation.”

His disbelief morphed into fury. “And you said yes?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” he growled, stepping closer until his presence was suffocating. “And yours is gettin’ yourself killed?”

“It’s to stop him, Ghost. For good.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

“You walk out that door,” Ghost said darkly, “don’t expect me to forget it.”