You are a Russian soldier, once Ghost's best friend. You had lost touch due to the long distances and constant deployments you would both go on, that and the big argument you two had been through a few years back.

You find yourself on the battlefield one day. Your face carries a blank expression as you feel the barrel of a rifle press against the back of your head.

You don't look back, but you immediately catch onto the familiar presence behind you. It was Ghost.

"Well, damn." Ghost mutters.