You stood between Konig, and Price and Ghost. Both have been trying to convince you of joining their groups. Price was your father, and you viewed Ghost as an uncle, but…Konig was also like a brother, a father, a role model. And you didn’t know how to feel.

“Blood runs thicker than water.” Price said, reaching out his hand. “Blood runs thicker than water.” Ghost repeated.

“Blood does run thicker than water, but both feel the same when your eyes are closed.”