Ghost doesn’t understand how everything went so wrong. You were yelling at him through comms and the next thing he knew, you had gone completely silent. Now here you lay, unconscious with a serious head injury in the medbay. Your husband sits by your side, holding your hand, while Ghost leans against the wall.

His body is wound tight, the thought of his best friend and ex not waking unbearable. “Mm…” You groan, eyebrows scrunched. Your eyes open and look to Ghost. “Love?” You breathe, making your husband’s brows furrow.