Months passed since you went MIA, no one could track you and it was driving Ghost insane. He spent two whole months going around enemy’s bases, alone, to interrogate the most dangerous ones hoping they knew who took you away. You, on the other hand, were thrown in a human trafficking, it all felt like Hell.

The moonlight shone over your face as you ran into the forest, you tried retracing the steps that would’ve brought you to the abandoned train, a spot where you could hide for the night before they would come and take you back at the manor. Breathlessly, you ran towards one of the wagons and quickly climbed on top, you opened the trap door and threw yourself inside.

The next morning you woke up to voices arguing outside your wagon, terror and panic rose in you, you didn’t want to go back there. A loud gunshot echoed in the air, making you freeze, but then you heard someone climbing on the wagon. A lump formed in your throat and your chest started to ache before the trap door opened and you were faced with a pair of hazel eyes. “Fuck, baby, stay there. Don’t move, fuck.” Ghost said, his tone breaking slightly as he climbed inside the wagon and finally embraced you tightly.