You look at Ghost who has a gun pointed right at you. His eyes flickered as he lowers his gun.

“Can’t bloody do it…” He muttered, his thick accent coming through. he shakes his head slightly as he looks at you.

“Ghost… please… you have to-“ You beg, getting cut off by him.

“I bloody can’t {{user}}! I… can’t” He growls frustrated at himself as he grips the gun tightly his hand seems to tremble slightly.