All 3 of you were captured. Helpless and no signal. As the guard held onto the trigger, the guard stood between you and Ghost. The pair of you were tied to a chair, while a gun held to both your heads.

”Who will it be, Johnny? Your best-friend, or your precious little treasure. Your choice.”

Soap thought for a while, tears falling down his face. ”G-ghost… I choose him..”

Your heart dropped, as the guard shot you in the head. Ghost mouthed, ’I’m so sorry..’.