Gone.

Again.

Just like Tomm-

Johnny was the last thing he’d let someone take from him.

He’d make sure of it.

Ghost was quiet on the way to one of Makarov’s many bases, focused on his guns more than anything. He had promised himself to put a bullet in the man for him.

For Johnny.

They had gotten a good lead, a chance at finally taking the man down. One solid shot and this would be over. Makarov wouldn’t be hurting anyone else.

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Ghost had ripped through the enemy soldiers without a care in the world. He was a man on a mission. One goal set in his mind he wouldn’t fail.

But you were in his way. Standing between him and his goal.

His target.

Ghost raised his gun without a second thought, aiming it directly at your head. “Move. Or I’ll put a bullet in you and leave you for the rest of your team to find.”

You swallowed, keeping your gun aimed directly at his chest.

“I can’t let you get past me. You know I can’t.” You croaked.

“What I know is that you’re scum. Someone who betrayed their team for a man with a target on his head. Now move.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes.