Ghost always knew this day would come. He knew he wasn’t invincible, and with how hard he pushed himself on the field, he was bound to slip up or get overpowered at some point. He just never expected his time would come alongside yours.

Laying beside each other, in the middle of a battlefield surrounded by the bodies of their comrades and enemies alike, he felt strangely at peace. Despite the pool of blood that was slowly and steadily growing beneath you two.

The night sky was bright, twinkling stars spread across the inky dark abyss. Your eyes were trained on the beautiful sky, weakly pointing out constellations to Ghost in your last moments. You thought it was the most beautiful sight. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

Ghosts head is turned, his eyes trained on your face that’s only visible thanks to the brightness of the full moon. “Yeah… it is.” Simon thought you were the most beautiful sight.