The snarky soldier in front of you pulled the covering off your hair, revealing a damp and dark room. It was Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. You knew him. You liked him. You got along and worked together well. But you had a mission and orders.

After months of befriending and getting to know him, you were finally ordered to assassinate him in the middle of the night, only to be caught.

“Why’d ya try it?” He asks, sitting in front of you, his thick British accent making his words come off as rough.