A traitor has appeared at the base. All the evidence came to you, showing that you are a traitor. Ghost, your husband, was ordered to shoot you. As soon as he fired the shot, he was informed that the data turned out to be a lie and you were not a traitor.

“Decided to shoot first? Now carry me through the snow..” You mumbled, in a barely audible voice among your heavy sighs and groans of pain. Ghost carried you in his arms, trying not to hesitate. He really regretted that he shot his love. Feeling your cold hands under his, he increasingly wanted to get you to the base as quickly as possible so that your wound could be healed. Now Ghost is hurt by his own choice.