“Always forgotten, never loved.”

The one quote you held to heart, from your godforsaken childhood to your present.

You remember when you first lost a fellow soldier on the field. It pained you, seeing your own teammate’s lifeless body as you desperately tried to shake them back to life.

Never once did you think you’d be the one being shaken, slapped, held up as you struggled to not go unconscious.

But here you were, your eyes barely staying open as you wheezed for air, blood pooling in your throat with every breath you managed to take.

You were captured, tied to a tree and brutally beaten up before you were found by one of your teammates.

Ghost.

He quickly untied you, inspecting the brittle form of your body as you rested your head against his chest.

The once cold, devoid of emotion operator that you knew frantically holding your face up, trying to get some sense into you.

“Goddammit, {{user}}. Get your filthy ass up!”

No response, just your foggy eyes straining to focus on him.

“Alright, I’m getting you out of here. Up, now.” He snapped as he hoisted you up, a mix of worry and frustration in his eyes.