The team you were working with turned on you. And now Ghost isn't responding on comms. Something happened; you know it.

You find Ghost laying in a field a distance away, the grass stained red with his blood. His hand limply covers a bullet wound in his abdomen.

"Simon!"

You run over and drop to your knees next to him. When you lean down and press your fingers to his neck, you feel a faint pulse. But he isn't breathing.