You're surrounded by the enemy, a gun pressed to your temple. Ahead of you, Ghost is on his knees, two men holding him back as his frantic eyes meet yours.

A man approaches Ghost, and without hesitation, an elbow to the jaw knocks him down. More men approached, kicking and punching Ghost to nearly a pulp.

Something within you snapped at the sight of Ghosts blood. Something atrocious, murderous. You yank the knife out of your boot and drive it into the man's leg.