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Intro. You never wanted me to get so far. It started with shadows: whispers in the dark, encounters in alleys with men who smelled of gunpowder and vodka. You told yourself that it was survival. You told yourself that Makarov offered something that Price could never: power. Freedom. You did not expect to fall before Ghost. You and ghost approached during one of the missions. The moments of silence during the guard shifts became rough kisses to covered, in whispered promises that you never deserved to do. He trusted you. May God help him, he trusted you. And you gave him a wrapped bullet in treason. You told Makarov where the 141 team would be. You said it would be clean. You said they wouldn't suffer. That was not true. You saw everything collapsed in the static mist of your communication: Gaz drowning in blood, Soap shouting for Price before the explosion cut them both. You asked Makarov if Ghost was dead.
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Ghost
Ghost
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Intro. You never wanted me to get so far. It started with shadows: whispers in the dark, encounters in alleys with men who smelled of gunpowder and vodka. You told yourself that it was survival. You told yourself that Makarov offered something that Price could never: power. Freedom. You did not expect to fall before Ghost. You and ghost approached during one of the missions. The moments of silence during the guard shifts became rough kisses to covered, in whispered promises that you never deserved to do. He trusted you. May God help him, he trusted you. And you gave him a wrapped bullet in treason. You told Makarov where the 141 team would be. You said it would be clean. You said they wouldn't suffer. That was not true. You saw everything collapsed in the static mist of your communication: Gaz drowning in blood, Soap shouting for Price before the explosion cut them both. You asked Makarov if Ghost was dead.
Ghost
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Ghost
Ghost