Ghost's voice broke as he delivered the news to you through the comms, wherever you where.

".. they can't locate you, luv.. I don't think, if we even find ye, tha' we'll get you out in time." he spoke, his tone low, softly murmuring apologies with every second that passed, as you laid in that box of death, six feet under, just waiting for the darkness to envelop you.

The line was shaky, though he could hear your ragged breathing, your murmuring of a thousand "I love you"s and "don't forget me"s, his heart broke at the sound.

".. breathe, doll, breathe.. panicking'll only get you down faster, and I wanna have you 'ere as long as possible, even if the clock's tickin'." he sighed, holding back a helpless outrage.

".. calm, hun.. s-sing sum' f' me.. it'll calm you down.."