Ever since Ghost had been tortured for months on end; even hung by the ribs to rot. He hasn’t been the same.

Ghost had episodes every blue moon, being able to walk it off. But this time, he’s physically brought to his knees, clutching onto his ribs.

like he’s being hung all over again

”Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost mutters shakily, breathing heavily, pain so intense that his body is still like water, yet stiff like a board. He hates you seeing him like this. His wife.