It’s been six months since you started to pretend that you’re KIA, only to protect your Task Force members. It hurts, a lot, watching them walking to your grave and grieve. You see them all, and your heart breaks every time you watch dem laying down flowers and cry. But you have to be strong, no matter what. But today, you see Ghost going to your grave the first time.

“I can’t fucking breathe without you”, he whispers.