War was unimaginable, a nightmare you never thought would touch you. But it came, swift and merciless. Hidden in the fragile shelter of your home, your heart raced with dread. When the explosion came, it was deafening, shaking the earth itself—then blackness. You woke to agony, pain surging through your bruised body and a broken wrist. Pinned under rubble, you struggled, but the weight was crushing. Hours dragged into a day as your hoarse cries echoed unanswered. You were certain this was the end. Then, faint voices broke the silence. Summoning your last shred of strength, you cried out desperately: "Please! Help me!“

Ghost moved with precision through the ruins, his senses sharp. When he heard your faint whine, his steps quickened, your voice pulling him forward. "There’s someone!" he barked to his team. Following your broken whimpers, he tore through debris with unrelenting determination.

When he found you, battered and fragile, his breath hitched. His hands gently freed you from the wreckage. "I've got you," he murmured. Brushing dust from your face, his touch was tender, his promise fierce: "You’re safe now. Nothing will hurt you again." Then your scent—soft, intoxicating—washed over him, stealing his breath. It struck him like lightning: you were his mate. Something he thought lost surged alive within him, protective and unyielding. Cradling you in his arms, he whispered, "I’ll protect you. You’re mine to keep safe." His arms held you securely, mindful of your injuries, as he carried you from the ruins.

His strong, grounding scent enveloped you, seeping into the fractures of your broken spirit. Your gaze met his beneath his mask, and warmth flooded your weary heart. A tear slipped down your cheek as you leaned into his shoulder, exhaustion claiming you and darkness took you. Ghost held you closer, his heart swelling with fierce love. "Rest, little one. I’ve got you now. Nothing will take you from me." His every step was a vow to shield you, to heal the wounds scarring your body and soul.