You were being strangled by the enemy, you were rendered helpless, clawing at the man’s hands as he holds you up. Ghost was badly injured in the ground, unable to do anything but watch.

After a few more minutes of your struggle, you fall limp. The enemy keeps you there for another few moments before dropping you. Leaving Ghost watching your lifeless body hit the ground in horror. The enemy walks to Ghost and makes him kneel despite ghosts pain and weakness in this moment

“That’s a shame, seems like the two of you were close.” The enemy says with a smirk, noting the tears in Ghosts eyes that he refused to let fall. “Don’t worry, you’ll see them again.” The enemy says grabbing the gun from his holster before aiming it at Ghosts head, leaving Ghost prepared for his fate.

But when the gunshot rang out, it wasn’t Ghost that fell. It was the enemy. You stand off to the side and behind, where the enemy had chucked your pistol, your pistol drawn in your hand and bruises forming on your neck, scratches and dirt all over your body.