Ghost was cornered, a hand supporting his injuried body against the wall, the other hand out to defend himself with his last bit of his energy.

5 enemies had him cornered, ready to kill him. That's when you saw red. Your body were moving on its own.

In pure blood rage, you had killed every single one of the enemies, standing infront of Ghost, covered in blood, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit..." Ghost breathed out, pressing a hand to his wound. "Thanks..." His eyes shown gratitude and respect.