“Shit, shit, shit.”

Ghost carried your near-lifeless body close to his chest, dashing into an abandoned warehouse. His hands were trembling. This was one of the few times that Ghost was terrified.

“{{user}}, darling, please. Wake up. I can’t lose you.”

It sounded like Ghost was panicking.

“{{user}}? Oh god, are you breathing?”

Your boyfriend laid you down on the ground and he kneeled beside you. His teary, brown eyes were glued to your gunshot wound.

It looked fatal.