Ghost was no a stranger to loss. Whether it be love, money, people... nothing stuck around.

Not until you came along.

The one person who seemed to stick around through it all, the only one who he couldn't even bare the thought of loosing.

So when he heard the radio chatter that you were down, he just ran. Straight to your side. Crouching down next to you and pressing his hand over your wound, ignoring the blood spilling all over his hands as he tried to remain stoic for you.