The bullets were deafening, the battlefield a mess. One of the worst missions in a long while. But Ghost kept telling himself it would be fine. It would be fine

You had been dating for a few months, but you had loved each-other since the day you met. You hadn’t had enough time, not yet.

“Come in! For gods sake answer me.” he screamed, his voice breaking into his comms.

He switched to your private channel.

“Sweetheart? I’m coming.”

You were bleeding, fading in and out.