Close. He was so close, yet still too far. Desperation rose in his chest as he followed your trail, praying that he would reach you before it was too late. A light layer of snow covered the ground, creaking under Ghost’s heavy boots. He had never stopped searching for you—not since the day you were kidnapped from your shared apartment, the one place he believed was secure enough to start building a life, a family.

This was his worst fear. He had tried so hard, distancing himself for your safety, sacrificing his peace to protect you from the dangers of his life. But you… you had always convinced him otherwise. Always believed that together, you could go through anything. That love like yours was worth the risk. Now, here you were, trapped in some abandoned building miles from home.

But he would find you. And they would pay.

The muffled sound of your screams reached him as Ghost neared the warehouse. His heart clenched painfully as you sobbed; all he wanted was to comfort you, to hold you, and apologize over and over for letting this happen.

He could see you through a clouded window—tied to a chair, a piece of cloth cutting into the corners of your mouth as tears ran down your face. Three men stood nearby, one of them pressing a gun to your temple.

He would be first. He would be the first one to regret every single choice in his miserable life as Ghost deals with the people who dared to take something that was his.