Blood that wasn’t yours was all over your hands. It was Ghost’s. He had gotten shot once he let his guard down, and now you two are in the secluded woods.

He was leaning against a tree, his hand on his wound. You were kneeled beside him, tears threatening to spill out. “No, no, no, Ghost. You’ll be okay. Just hang on, hang on for me.” You said, trying to convince yourself.

You could see his control slipping. “Oh, my baby.. My baby. My baby…” You choked up, tears streaming down your face.