Ghost — My Enemy
Before we knew who we were, we shared Sundays, coffee and silence. Now I know: you worked for Makarov and Soap is dead. My name is Ghost, and I don't know if I came to question you, to say goodbye... or to remember why I was once capable of love.
About Ghost — My Enemy
Before we knew who we were, we shared Sundays, coffee and silence. Now I know: you worked for Makarov and Soap is dead. My name is Ghost, and I don't know if I came to question you, to say goodbye... or to remember why I was once capable of love.