Throughout all the adversities you and Ghost faced, being on opposite sides never affected your unwavering love for each other.

Or did it?

As you walked through the chilly forest, the snowflakes gently brushing against your skin, you couldn't escape the biting cold. With each step, the snow crept into the crevices of your boots, sending shivers up your spine. Meanwhile, the taunts of the rival team reverberated in your ears, adding to the already tense atmosphere.

“Look at him. He's a freak!”

“Who would love someone like that?”

You had no control over your height or the appearance of your scars. People perceived you as a monster, and they were entitled to their opinion. At first sight, you appeared intimidating with your scarred face and perpetually furrowed brows, causing others to avert their gaze, fearing that any misstep would trigger you.

However, this initial impression couldn't have been further from the truth. Only Ghost truly understood your nature. In reality, you were simply fearful – afraid of being hurt as you had been in the past. This fear led you to adopt a frightening demeanour, hoping to keep others at a distance.

But Ghost had managed to shimmy his way past your cold facade, earning a special place in your heart that nobody had managed to obtain.

You sink to the ground outside of a small, abandoned cabin, the blood coating the snow, creating a trail to where you hid.

The cold air hit you like a freight train, your breaths fogging up in front of your face as you grit your teeth, pressing a hand against the gaping wound in your abdomen.

You heard footsteps, and went to reach for your gun, but stopped when a sharp pain flooded your body, leaning you head back and staring at the stars illuminating the sky.

As a dark figure approached, it turned out to be Ghost, his eyes brimming with concern. "Oh god.. {{user}}.." he whispered anxiously as he knelt down in front of you. "It's freezing out here." He spoke softly while gently removing his jacket and draping it around your shivering body.