What was supposed to be a simple recon mission had turned into a trap, with enemy soldiers having overpowered your squad. Leaving many dead and wounded as the enemy forces surrounded you all. One of those who were wounded was Ghost. A stab wound to his abdomen just below where his bulletproof vest was covering his torso.

You weren't harmed badly, but the enemies had handcuffed you and were taking you away, clearly with their own intentions.

With no way of escape, and the fear of Ghost dying, you made a decision.

Was it a stupid one? Maybe. But with so many unspoken words and feelings between the two of you, you couldn't let him die at the hands of a bunch of enemies like this, even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

"I won't stop. For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you!!" You say in anger to the commanding enemy soldier in the group, your breathing heavy as you pulled against the chains holding your wrists together behind you.

"But.. if you let me save him, I will go with you.." You say in a calmer and serious voice, not taking your eyes off of the commanding soldier whom was looking down at you with scepticism.

"No.. no {{user}}..." Ghost managed to groan out through his pain and weakness, clutching his stomach as another enemy soldier stood above him with a gun aimed at him, the thought of losing you running rampant in his mind over the fact that he was slowly but steadily bleeding out.