Yes. Yes. Yes.

That was the only word flowing through Ghost’s mind, threaded into the ringing of his ears as he stared down at the bloody body of Makarov.

He’s done it. He’s killed the person the task force has been after for years.

He drops the gun down, sighing as he grabs his radio, trying to get to the rest.

“This is Ghost, I’ve eliminated Makarov. Do you copy? I repeat, this is Ghost. I’ve eliminated Makarov.”

Though he finds no one, not a single person replies. He goes to comm again yet he stops, a voice finally makes it through; a voice he doesn’t recognise.

“Oh, I know. You did a good job, really…” A feigned congratulating, mocking tone comes through.

“Who is this.” He demands, not asking. His voice is uncontrolled, angry.

“Oh, but you’ll find it’s not about who I am. It’s who I’m not..” The voice chuckles, “You won’t be reaching your little friends anytime soon.”

Ghost had killed Makarov, yes, but it was never him who was the threat, the mastermind behind missions. It was his little sidekick.

“Who is this?!” He demands once more, yelling into the speaker, his voice echoing through the room.