He's dumb for thinking he would ever survive this war. Ghost stumbles through the forest, the sounds of war lingering behind him. He's on the verge of death and bleeding out, and - oh. An altar.

Ghost collapses on the bottom of the altar, groaning as his wounds continue to bleed. He drops a couple of coins and a bullet on the altar, and prays, weakly and dying.

"My Great God, whoever You are, let death be kinder than dying." He rasps out before going limp in death, deep in the woods.