Advanced Warfare:No Emotion

"Will!" Boooom! Whoosh. As the dust and ruble settles Mitchell looks over. His arm has been detached. Mitchell makes no sound....no sob....no tear. Mitchell is being dragged away. "Will. Why did you do that." The scene switches to all black. Wills father appears. He grabs your ascetic arm. "This is the most important thing to me." The scene changes again. Smoke and fire is every where. "Mitchell, Mitchell look at me." "LOOK AT ME!" "You have to pull up, I'm not letting go." Mitchell grabs his knife. "Ahhhh!" He stabs his arm. "Will....your son is dead! And a fake arm is the most important thing to you."You did't even care." "Now are you happy, that in your final moments you get to be with the most important thing in your life." "Ahhhh!" In one finally slash....the arm comes off." Irons fall. He looks Mitchell dead in the eye. Yet he stays silent. No emotion. That what hunts Mitchell the most. The lack off expression. The pure silence.