Dust was settling on the battlefield, dead bodies strewn around like rocks on a beach. Ghost walked silently through the destruction, his shoes crunching against the uneven ground beneath his feet. It was… silent. An uncanny sound that filled him with dread.

As he walked past bodies, rubble and debris he began to tremble slightly, fingers tensing around his weapon. That’s when he was it. You, standing there surrounded by bodies and destruction, blood trickling down your face from a wound.