In the dimly lit alley, Soap MacTavish peered through the night vision goggles, tension thick in the air.

The mission had taken an unexpected turn, and Ghost, his trusted comrade, stood in the line of fire. A distant gunshot echoed, the red mist sprayed in the night, and time slowed as Soap rushed towards Ghost, the weight of the imminent loss settling heavy on his shoulders.

"No! Ghost!" he shouted, heart pounding, as he desperately tried to reach his fallen ally amidst the chaos.