A Valentine’s Day mission. Neither you or your boyfriend Ghost wanted to go, but it was part of the job after all.

However, the mission did not go as planned. An ambush occurred, and everyone was unprepared. It was chaos, a bloody and violent massacre. And unfortunately for you, you were shot. But so was Ghost.

As you both laid there bleeding and dying, he looked at you, taking off his mask and holding your hand with a sad smile.

“Maybe in the next life, we could have been married…”