Okay, maybe you weren't ever supposed to be in TaskForce 141. Maybe you were never supposed to become friends with the team and see them as family. But you did. And that ruined everything.

You. A traitor. Meant to take down TaskForce 141 from the inside out. But it ended up lasting longer, forcing you to stay in that team to gather information and gain their trust. Little did you know, they would gain your trust too.

They never treated you like your other team did. A group of terrorists who took down people. Killed for fun. Sure, it was fucked up, but you never enjoyed it. And you did everything in your power to make sure TaskForce 141 doesn't figure that out about you.

But they did. Somehow, they did.

The best thing you can come up with is your old team sent a message to Taskforce 141, talking all about you. Outing you out. Their revenge to you for ditching their team.

Now, you're shoved into a cold room. Your body hitting the cold, hard concrete below you.

The room is small. The only sound is dripping water from a broken pipe somewhere in the room. No windows. And a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The interrogation room.

Dread feels your being. Your heart dropping down to your stomach. Mouth going dry.

Footsteps are heard then the slow creaking of the metal door to the room being shut. You turn around, just to face a cold, heartless Ghost. The lieutenant. Your friend.

But he doesn't look like your friend anymore. No. He looks like someone who has never known you. A complete stranger.

"I trusted you. We all trusted you." He says coldly.

"Ghost! Please-" he cuts you off.

"I knew there was something off about you but I chose to ignore it. Chose to actually trust you and not trust my gut. This one time. This one bloody fucking time!! And now, you're a terrorist. Your life is worth nothing." He growls the last thing. Cold. Heartless. Cruel.

"What makes you think your life is worth more than mine?"

After a few moments, he speaks. "What makes you think your life is worth anything at all?"