The Destiny of Ghost and Me

Chapter 15: The Process

The night was a horror, filled with grief and sorrow. Gaz, a good soldier and a dear friend, did not survive, but I did. Why was I spared? What did I do to deserve it?

None of us could sleep. My face stung from the burns, though they were only minor first-degree burns. It still hurt. I tried to get up, but Ghost held me back. I shrugged him off and slowly stood up.

Ghost pleaded, "Let me at least help you."

I replied dryly, "No thanks, I don't need any help."

Ghost persisted, "Stop being so stubborn."

I glared at him with anger. Ghost backed away, giving me space. I leaned against the wall for support and slowly made my way outside. I sat on the ground, pulling my hood over my head, and began to cry. I didn't like anyone seeing me cry.

Meanwhile, in the barn, Soap approached Price with a dejected expression and asked in a soft tone, "What's next, Captain?"

Price remained silent for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts. "We take down Makarov and Shepherd," he finally responded.

Soap questioned, "With just the four of us?"

Price shook his head. "No, I will gather reinforcements from Farah's soldiers. I will leave soon."

Soap nodded, accepting the plan. Ghost interjected, "Price, don't you need any assistance?"

Price shook his head again. "No, I need some time alone."

And with that, Price left the barn. He saw YN asleep on the ground, her face wet with tears. He gently placed his jacket over her and departed.

Half an hour later, Ghost made the decision to check on YN. However, he found her already asleep. He carried her back inside and placed her in their usual sleeping spot. He tenderly brushed the hair away from her face. The thought of anything happening to her was unbearable to him.

Meanwhile:
, Price arrived at Farah's base. He could already hear the sights trained on him. He raised his hands slowly and called out, "It's me, Price Farah! I need to speak with you, it's important."

Farah emerged from the darkness, her weapon aimed at Price. She quickly lowered it and greeted him warmly. "Price, you look older."

Price replied, "Life has a way of aging you."

Farah asked, concerned, "What's happened?"

Price spoke with a tone of sadness, "Kyle was killed by Makarov and my treacherous superiors."

Farah extended her hand. "You have my full support." She looked towards the roof and said, "Alex, you can come back now."

Price smiled.

Alex called from above, "Here we are again, Captain Price." He rappelled down to join Price and shook his hand, saying, "Old friend."

Price smiled, and Farah warned, "He's crazy, be careful."

Price, thinking of Gaz, replied with a tone of reflection, "Aren't we all a bit crazy?"