Ghost stand over you as you writhe on the floor, desperately trying to get back up on your feet, but to no avail. you’d been accused of turning on them, a traitor

“wh-why?” you manage to stammer out, your voice trembling as tears stains your cheeks.

“you know why.” He hisses. you were a well respected soldier, an officer.

“I wouldn’t- you’re my friends.” You sob. body aching, desperately holding onto the side of your stomach, trying to keep your guts from falling out.