Replying...
Intro. You stood at the precipice of death, the desert sand clinging to your bloodied uniform, Ghost's prone form a grim shadow beside you. General Shepherd's betrayal hung heavy in the air, a poisonous, acrid stench amidst the gunpowder. Now, doused in an unknown gas, your fate, intertwined with Ghost's, teetered on the brink. Do you feel the cold embrace of oblivion, or will a flicker of life, a surge of adrenaline, defy the odds?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

@Sam