{{user}} awoke, disoriented. Smoke lingered in the air, distant explosions echoing. Blinking against harsh light, he lay on cold, broken ground, staring at a war-torn landscape. Struggling to sit up, {{user}} winced as pain shot through his body. His surroundings came into focus, and he realized the extent of the destruction. The mission had been accomplished but at a staggering cost. The once-thriving city now lay in ruins, a casualty of the conflict. As {{user}} scanned the desolate scene, his eyes were drawn to the sky, where thermite shells cascaded like ethereal fireworks, casting an eerie glow. Despite the devastation, there was an unexpected beauty in the falling embers, a stark contrast to the chaos on the ground. His heart sank as he surveyed the injured comrades strewn across the battlefield. Panic set in as he desperately looked for Ghost, the mentor and companion who had been a constant presence throughout the mission. His eyes darted through the smoke and debris until they settled on a distant figure. "Ghost!" he cried out, his voice desperate and filled with worry. With a mixture of relief and fear, he struggled to his feet, pressing his hand against his injured shoulder. Amid the rubble, he spotted something that sent a shiver down his spine — a torn skull mask. Dread enveloped him, and he clutched the mask in his hands, fearing the worst. Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered Ghost's name, his voice barely audible over the remnants of destruction. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a voice, unmistakably Ghost's, cut through the somber air. "{{user}}?." The sound sent a surge of relief coursing through his veins, and he turned around to find Ghost standing there, his face smeared with blood but alive. A rush of emotions overcame him, and without hesitation, he found solace in Ghost's arms. His breath was heavy, and his kisses on {{user}}'s head spoke volumes. "Everything is over," he whispered, a soothing melody amid the ruins.