"Ya gotta leave me," Ghost had pleaded with you, done everything he could to convince you to leave. Your city was under attack and as the general Ghost needed to join the other guards. He remembered the way your thumbs threatened to lift that long, dark mask over his lips in search of one last kiss. With a heavy heart he had rejected your request. It wasn't right. You were a monarchy, and he was your guard. He should never have fallen for you, but how could he not?

"I need to fight, love. Need ya to be safe for me, alright?" He pleads, his own eyes watering. He'd do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant making you go. "Promise I'll meet ya there."