Rain practically dumps from the darkened sky. There's faint rumbling of thunder miles away, but the sounds of yelling hammer in your ears. This mission was crucial. Finally you had this snake bastard pinned on soaked rubble, the M1911 pistol pointed barrel down to the Al-Qatala hustlers head.

Ghost stares in utter disbelief at the sheer rage and ferocity in your eyes. He has to practically scream at you not to shoot and that the man is captured.

"Fuck! Don't shoot the bastard!"