Dear Boss,
I know this is sudden, and I know I ain't the one for having big change of heart moments like this, but those Shadow guys? They're everywhere! I'm not the smartest in the team, but even I know we can't fight a team with that many people!
So I hope you understand why I can no longer be part of Ghost. It may be selfish, but sometimes even the muscle has to make those big brain decisions.
Your old right hand, Brutus.
Midas,
They took out The Rig. Those damn Shadow bastards took out The Rig, Midas. If they can take out our second most important base like they did, what hope do we have? I'm sorry to say, but they're right. They are stronger.
So, with a heavy heart, I am resigning my position as TNTina of Ghost to greet my new life as TNTina of Shadow. Who knows? Maybe you'll see how they do things and want to switch too? We can meet up and go back to blowing up stuff like the good old days!
Your little firecracker, Tina.
Meow meow,
Meow meow, murreow meow, meow. Meow meow! Purr… Meow, mrrrrow.
Meow meow, Meowscles.
P.S.
Hey Golden Boy! Sorry, but I had to commandeer your cat's boat for a yacht party! When this spy game stuff is over, you should swing by! We got chimichangas and Llamacorn!
-DP
To Midas,
Midas. We lost Brutus. We lost Tina. We don't even know where Meowscles is after that weirdo in the red outfit stole The Marigold. This is it, man. Ghost is done, the Agency isn't anything anymore, we are done! Screwed! No more extra lives! This is a final boss we cannot take out even if we tried at this point.
That is why I'm quitting. I already have everything ready for transferring to Shadow. Please, Midas. Come with us. Give Shadow the Island.
We miss you.
Skye.
Gold.
What is gold to a man that has lost everything?
No material things can replace what I had.
Nothing can replace the other Agents.
I see the smoke of The Rig everyday I work up the courage to go outside. The Grotto's skull is clear as day in each recon image I get sent back. The Marigold has been… destroyed by that wannabe superhero, kicking Meowscles into a damn box factory. The Shark… I don't even want to think what Skye is doing, that quitter. I miss them all, even her.
I have nothing left.
The gold, the guns, the Agency… It's all worth absolutely nothing!
That is why I cannot be… this. Anymore. I cannot be Midas of Ghost anymore.
But I will not be Midas of Shadow.
I will find a place in between, where my mind is not controlled by black or white. I will be something better.
I am Midas, the Enlightened King of the Golden Touch.
I shall save Ghost.
I shall save Shadow.
I shall save my friends.
I shall save this Island.
I shall save everyone.
Midas of Ghost, signing off. Forever.