Rothschild smiled and laughed as the Ghost lay there. "It must feel absolutely crushing to have failed. How pathetic."
As he continued to laugh, the Greater Ottawan Army arrived to help the Ghost.
"Oh goody! Your friends have shown up here! Let's tell them just how badly you screwed up." The Ghost grabbed Rothschild's arm.
"L-Leave them...alone."
"Such pathetic, yet heroic nonsense." He stomped on the Ghost's chest as the Ottawan rushed up.
"Hold your fire! I have news you'll all want to hear." Grinned Rothschild. As he is about to look at the Ghost, Scott takes aim at his head.
"Get off him. NOW!"
"Well well... Looking at who we have here. See Ghost? It's your dear... old... Dad." He laughed some more before looking at them. "LISTEN UP, YOU FREEDOM LOVING MORONS! The one you're here to rescue, doesn't actually care about you, not a single one of you."
"That's a lie! Stand ready soldiers! DO NOT LET HIM IN YOUR HEAD!" Yelled General Daniel.
"OH YOU ONLY WISH IT WERE! The Magnificent Ghost here is only saving you, because the Ghost is a failure. He failed to protect that stupid boy he loved in high school, from his own mother! What a tragic backstory! Oh wait! It's so much better knowing I used live holograms to fool him into saving her! What kind of fucked up mind makes someone save the person who stripped you of everything! I mean, come on!"
The Ottawans were silent. All looking at their hero.
"See that Ghost? That's what the realization of fraud looks like." Grinned Rothschild, "You aren't worthy to be my rival, not even worthy to....."
"SO WHAT IF HE DID!?" A set of voices cut-off Rothschild's monologue. The tyrant glared in their direction, to find two men standing in front of the crowd.
"I--I'm sorry? Did you dense morons just not hear me?"
"Oh we heard you pal." The familiar cracking of a Busch Light beer can perks up the Ghost's ears. "We just don't give a fuck. So what if he failed? Ain't like he ever gave the fuck up!" The Busch Hunter, better known to the Ghost as RJ, stood up in his defense.
"He's the man I've known for the most amount of years. Yea, he couldn't save someone he loved with his whole heart. It's his golden, ever bleeding heart she took advantage of. She knew damn well he'd never save himself, and you've made the same mistake."
The Ghost looked up to see his best friend and Petty Officer of the US Navy, Nolan, standing beside RJ.
"Well isn't that just nauseatingly cute. They care about you. Too bad they'll never matter... More than him."
Super soldiers appeared out from behind the rocks, holding the one the Ghost had fallen for, as their prisoner.
"Face it Ghost, you couldn't save him then, and you'll get to watch him die now." Rothschild nodded and a soldier put the barrel of a rifle against the head of the Ghost's lover.
"Have any last words for each other? Huh?"
The Ghost locked eyes with his former partner. "I could never be mad at you. I'm sorry for everything I ever put you through." The Ghost's words seemed echoed inside of his own mind, finding a way to his heart.
"I'm sorry too. I should've...."
The sentence was cut-off, the piercing sound of a gunshot was met by the Ghost's eyes filled with horror as his former partner hit the ground, blood staining the rocky ground. Scott's eyes went from the body of his son's former lover, to his son. He and the Ottawan's watched as their hero's eyes of horrific sadness, became filled with a raging bloodlust. His eyes hadn't left his lover's body, the blood spilling from him, every moment burned into his mind. He tried the Noradrenaline again, but it had fully run dry. His heart was screaming in agony, his mind no longer wanted this tyrant on trial. It wanted this man to be utterly crushed, broken, torn limb from limb.
"What's the matter, hero? Can't even give me a crying pain? Nothing for the dead moron before you, the one I executed."
*Flashback- Dr. Sue's Joint Lab*
When Dr. Sue had been designing the armor, Dr. Von Schneider had made an experimental drug. It was far stronger than anything Dr. Sue's Noradrenaline chemical could hope to reach.
*Present Day*
As he used his nose to inject the drug directly into his bloodstream, the world began hyper-distorted in a shade of red the Ghost had only seen one other time in his life. Rothschild looks down to see the Ghost rip a hole through his leg. He wailed in anguish as he fell over, blood pouring from the Ghost's wound. One of the soldier's administered a clotting agent, however, as Rothschild looked up, the hero he'd seen as pathetic, tore the soldier's skull from his spine.
"YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD YOU FUCKING HEAR ME ROTHSCHILD! MY FACE WILL BE THE LAST YOU EVER SEE!"
The Ghost's copper eye, peaking through the ripped part of the helmet was bloodshot, no longer held by rage, rather this was seething hatred. The other super soldier stood no chance as Rothschild watched the Ghost butcher the soldier. The Ottawans watched in both awe and horror as their hero, friend, and son ripped the soldier apart. Rothschild tries to run away, to find the Ghost flying at him. A rocket-propelled missile of seething hatred, pure rage of the heart.
The Ghost tackles Rothschild and pins him to the ground. "Since you so enthusiastically dug into my past, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IF YOU REMEMBER WHAT THIS MEANS, ROTHSCHILD!" The Ghost's glare terrified Rothschild. From the depths of his soul, the Ghost yelled, "YOUR SOUL... IS MINE" The Ghost said, slamming the armor's metallic boot on Rothschild's neck. He grabbed the tyrant's dominant arm, at first twisting to shatter the shoulders' ball and socket joint. Once the joint shattered, the Ghost let out an inhuman yell as he ripped the whole arm completely off the eugenically enhanced tyrant. Rothschild screamed in agony, then in terror as the Ghost cocked his arm back, ready to fire this fist into his face.
However, the universe had other plans as orange energy arched from transformers, powerlines and then temporarily fried the OPCA Mk II. Rothschild tossed the Ghost off of him and bolted for his boat. The Ottawans open fire on him. Several bullets rip through him, only for Rothschild to slip through their fingers once again.