You've been stuck in a coma for nearly a month due to an almost fatal injury from a mission. Ghost, your best friend, hasn't left your side.

His hand held yours tightly, his thumb softly brushing along you knuckles. The guilt of knowing this was his fault was eating the man alive.

He stands from the chair and leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you when I fall asleep, my love."