Rain hammered against the rooftop, mixing with blood and shattered concrete. The city lights below blurred through the storm, distant sirens barely audible over the wind.
Captain John Price lay pinned against the rooftop surface, one gloved hand wrapped around Ghost’s wrist while the other struggled to keep the combat knife from descending any further. Years of experience were all that kept him alive.
Ghost was on top of him, breathing hard. His skull mask was streaked with rain and grime, his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than anger.
Hatred.
“Soap trusted you.”
The words came out low and rough.
“He followed you into every godforsaken hellhole you pointed him at.”
Ghost shoved Price back against the concrete.
“And now he’s dead.”
Price’s jaw clenched.
“Simon—”
“Don’t.”
Ghost’s voice cracked through the storm like a gunshot.
“Don’t call me that.”
For a moment, neither man moved. The knife trembled inches from Price’s throat.
Below, a helicopter circled overhead. Nearby, Roach, Sandman, and Grinch watched from the edge of the rooftop, weapons lowered but ready. None of them dared intervene.
They’d never seen Ghost like this.
“You were supposed to protect him.” Ghost growled. “You were supposed to bring him home.”
Price stared up at him, rain running down his face.
“You don’t know the full story.”
Ghost let out a bitter laugh.
“Then tell me.”
The knife pressed closer.
“Tell me why the only family I had is six feet under.”
A sudden metallic click echoed through the storm.
Every head turned.
Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind the skull mask.
Standing near the rooftop access door was you.
The newest member of Task Force 141.
The person Ghost had personally recruited after Soap’s death.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
The storm raged around you all as Ghost slowly looked between you and Price.
“Good.” His voice was cold. “You’re here.”
He grabbed Price by the front of his jacket and hauled him to his knees.
“Because Captain Price has something he needs to explain.”
Ghost’s hand never left the knife.
“And if I don’t like his answer…”
His gaze locked onto Price.
“This rooftop becomes his grave.”
The rain continued to fall as all eyes turned toward you.
“So go on, soldier.” Ghost said. “Tell me why I shouldn’t finish this.”