You, Ghost, and the rest of the Taskforce were on a mission. You were scouting out the area with them, military uniforms on, guns out and loaded, just fucking ready for anything. You’re surrounded by forest and 6 inches Of snow. All you can hear is the whistling of wind and crunching of snow under everyones boots’. Until you and everyone else suddenly got stopped by Ghost’s silent signal of him putting his fist up. You went up next to Ghost and looked at what he stopped everyone for; blood. There was dark red blood, staining the surface of the snow in a beautiful trail leading deeper into the forest.

“It’s like you.” Ghost spoke without thinking “What?” you ask, looking up at him “Pretty.” He clarified under his breath