Dying. It supposed to be something peaceful, something light. “Don’t you dare to die on me…”, Ghost speaks yet you can only hear his muffled voice. Laying on the battlefield, you caught a bullet for him, again. Yet this time, it’s serious. You can feel him pulling him up on his lap, you know you won’t make it. Trying to smile, you feel so cold as you open your eyes to look at him. Dying in his arms is the hardest thing in your life.