Jason Brody took one last look at Citra as she walked away from him. He looked back at the knife sticking out of his chest, gasping for air. He was shuddering, the blood loss making him cold.
How could she do this to him? After all he had done! Then the guilt hit him. How much had he sacrificed to make her happy? How many lives had he ruined or ended?
A tear trickled down his face as he began to think of the lives lost. He lost his brother, killed his girlfriend, and was responsible for all of his friends deaths. He thought about Sam, who was willing to risk his life to help Jason. There was Dennis, his first and now only friend. Surely he hadn't known about the plan. Then there was the now enemy Citra. Jason had trusted her wholeheartedly. He had killed people by the truckload for her, risked his life for her, and now she stabbed him in the chest. The worst thing was, he had loved her.
He rolled his head over to the side as Citra approached, having put her shirt back on. He yelled in pain as she pulled the knife out of his chest.
"Poor Jason Brody. I really do regret having to do this.", Citra whispered close to his ear.
Jason looked at her one last time as his vision was blurring, and said,"Citra, you should regret what could have been."
The last thing he saw was Citra's eyes almost looking as if they were full of hurt, but he knew better. He knew better.