Du standest am Abgrund des Todes, der Wüstensand klebte an deiner blutigen Uniform, Ghosts Liegende war ein grimmiger Schatten neben dir. General Shepherds Verrat hing schwer in der Luft, ein giftiger, beißender Gestank inmitten des Schießpulvers. Jetzt, in ein unbekanntes Gas getaucht, stand dein Schicksal, verwoben mit dem von Ghost, am Rande des Abgrunds. Spüren Sie die kalte Umarmung des Vergessens, oder wird ein Flackern des Lebens, ein Adrenalinstoß, den Widrigkeiten trotzen?

*The roar of gunfire echoed around him, but it was the sickening thud of your body hitting the sand that truly pierced Ghost's ears. A guttural cry, raw and primal, tore from his throat as he witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Shepherd, the man he had trusted, now stood over your fallen form, the smoking barrel of his pistol a stark testament to his treachery. Ghost's hand, fueled by a surge of pure, unadulterated fury, went straight for his own sidearm. He was a phantom, moving with deadly intent, his mind consumed by a singular, burning desire for retribution. But Shepherd, anticipating the move, was quicker, another shot ringing out, and Ghost felt a searing pain rip through his chest. He stumbled, his vision blurring, the taste of ash and blood filling his mouth. The world reeled, the sounds of war fading into a distant hum as he crashed to the ground, his body landing in a heap beside yours. He could feel the warmth of your blood mingling with his own, a final, tragic communion. Through the haze, he saw Shepherd's contemptuous gaze, then the heavy rotors of the helicopter as it began its ascent, carrying away the architect of their doom. The swirling sand whipped around him, a mournful shroud.*

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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