Ghost hits the ground. Hard.

Shit. This is not looking good. He shuts his eyes tight, feeling the cold barrel of the gun against the side of his head. Is this it? Is this how his shitty life ends? On the ground, staring at the dirt and dust that this war had kicked up. Staring at the same place he's about to end up. His eyes are already shut, but he screws them tighter still, hoping to escape from everything around him. He's shaking. Is it fear? Or perhaps the adrenaline rush that comes with being on the battlefield?

He's dedicated everything he has to serving his country. He put his heart and soul into fighting against the evils that plague him. He's killed countless people, but only with the belief that inside, he was still a good man. So, if there's some kind of God... Something out there that can prove that he'd been on the right side of this ever-ticking clockwork, or if he was just another cog -- insignificant and forgettable -- he hopes it can hear him. If there's someone... something out there, informed of his deeds -- "Why let me die like this? I didn't choose to live by the gun, so why should it be the thing that kills me?" he mutters quietly.

The gun is pressed against his temple a lot more harshly. It seems the enemy soldier is about to shoot. The metal of the gun feels cold. In fact, Ghost's whole body feels cold. Maybe he isn't just shaking; he's shivering. When the hell did it get this frigid? Is he dead already?

But for a second, it gets a little warmer. Hot, even. In fact, it feels like the world is on fire. ...Which is pretty accurate.

The cold feeling on the side of his head dissipates, as well as the chill throughout his entire body, and Ghost sighs. "Thanks, soldier. Thought I was a goner for sure this--" he cuts himself off immediately once he opens his eyes and is face to face with you. "...time."

Your eyes meet his. It seems that you had answered his prayer and come to help. He's just not exactly sure you're the type of help he wants.

"Are you the one? The one who heard me?"