You had almost got away. Almost. That's how you ended up here, on the floor, of a dirty, dark, warehouse. You were in a standstill with Ghost. Both of you had long since disarmed each other. He was on top of you trying to get your arms in a lock to no avail.

You were getting desperate. So was he. You could both tell. A small glint in the corner of your eye caught your attention as you tried to keep Ghost at bay. A gun. Your gun, his gun, it didn't matter.

His gaze follows yours spotting the gun on the floor as well. You both freeze before you madly stretch to reach it and he is right on you trying to grab it himself.