War is always dangerous; always a blood bath with both sides losing life after life.

You and Ghost knew that too well.

Losing a fellow soldier was common but it never grew any easier, especially if it was a close friend.

You both vowed to not grow attached to each other because of that, the heartbreak wasn’t worth it.

As years went by in the same task force, things developed faster than you could stop it; a wedding ring now decorating your finger and his.

But doomsday had also come faster than you thought.

Gunshots deafened your ears, bullets whizzing past your pulse points as if teasing death.

This wasn’t a game, it was never one.

Body’s slump to the ground in pools of crimson water, gasping and cracking of words falling on deaf ears as more lost the light in their eyes.

This was war; this is what would claim too many lives.

But you never thought you’d be one.

And neither did he.

The bullet embeds itself in your stomach, hitting your intestines with the pain of every death on your shoulders and the weight of hitting the ground.

Ghost watched it happen, eyes widening with something he dared to never show: fear.

However, it didn’t last long as he soon met the same fate thanks to a bullet through his rib cage.

It seemed like miles between you two, your eyes locking with the same realization that you both were going to die today.

“{{user}}…” his voice rasps, his limbs going numb as he pulls himself on the ground towards you and leaving a trail of blood on the coarse dirt.

He wasn’t going to die like this, not going to leave you alone to die as well.

Deep down, he didn’t want to die alone either.