Amidst the desolate battlefield, Ghost found himself alone, his usually stoic demeanor now masked by the agony of multiple gunshot wounds.

His large frame slumped against a crumbling wall, each labored breath punctuated by the rasp of blood-soaked coughs.

The air resonated with the heaviness of pain as he clenched his jaw to suppress any signs of weakness.

His silent presence, known for its quiet observation, now bore the scars of conflict.