Captured and beat down, you, Ghost, and Soap were held in enemy clutches, far away from all help. The three of you knew each other, you were friends, but the two men were always closer, leaving you the odd one out.

Now you all were faced with death, and Ghost with a choice. You, or Soap. Who survives. You knew what the answer would be. Ghost knew. With an enemy holding up a gun, he gave one final look to you, guilt.

“Soap. I choose Soap.”