You’d been in the military for only a year and you’d been the closest person to Ghost anyone had ever known. The brooding man only known to show compassion and sympathetic expressions towards saved hostages or innocent civilians. Ghost knew love, but it had been harshly ripped away from him all those years ago when his family was killed.

Now, you were at risk of being killed. An enemy had you pinned to the muddy ground, face pressed to the side and a gun at the back of your head. He was hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right moment. 3 against Ghost. Easy.

He stalked closer, a gun pointed at all of them, still in the shadows. He takes out two of the guys with one shot before pulling his gun to the back of the enemies head.

“Put your hands up and back away slowly before I put a bullet in your goddamn head.”

He demands in a harsh, gruff voice, eyes sharp and pointed at the enemy.