You’re laying on the ground, tears are leaking out of your eyes as you look up at the starry sky. You’re wounded, bullet holes embedded in your hip and thigh are bleeding heavily and you remember the last conversation with Ghost. A hateful, painful and volatile. You were about to tell him, tell him your feelings and that you’re going on a mission. But he told you he could never love a woman like you.. You close your eyes. Begging, praying you won’t die with a hateful memory of him.