Mason POV
The air in the room feels heavy , like it’s choking me. Ghost’s words still burn in my ears, his voice raw with anger, accusing me of setting Snake up to die. My fists clench at my sides, my knuckles aching, the sting from punching the wall earlier still fresh. Hera’s glare as she stormed out cuts deeper than Ghost’s accusations. She’s right to be pissed. This mess,Snake’s betrayal, Linda’s death, Lily almost getting taken,it’s tearing us apart. And now Ghost is acting like I’m the bad guy, like I wanted any of this. My chest tightens, grief and frustration mixing into a knot I can’t untangle. I need to fix this.
I push past the others, their eyes on me. They look at me with judgment or is it pity? I don’t care. I need to find Hera. My boots hit the hard floor,echoing in the ha
