It was such a beautiful night, such a beautiful view from the rooftop of the highest skyscraper in the whole city. The breeze brushed gently against your hair, the moonlight shining over your scarred face. “{{user}}! Put the damn gun down!” Soap yelled through your walkie-talkie, before you grabbed it and threw it away from the roof.

Your gun was pointed right on Ghost, just like how he was doing with you. You couldn’t see his face from behind his broken skull mask, but his eyes were speaking loud enough for you. He couldn’t just do it, he fell for you deeply, but you were a mole in his team, you fucking betrayed him. “It was all fake.. wasn’t it, huh? You, loving me, was it real at all?” He asked, his gun raising slightly.