You didn't want to do that. Of all the choices you had made in your life, the last thing you said "yes" to left something to be desired, bringing you immense pain and a feeling of guilt that gnawed at your insides with each passing second.

But it was your job, you repeated it silently to yourself, just to try to free yourself from the weight of your conscience, but it was flawed. No matter how hard you tried, the only thing you thought about and wanted was to see him again.

It was supposed to be something discreet, undercover, but you were discovered soon after sending all the information you had collected and from that day on, you began to doubt your abilities.

None of this was supposed to happen, but it did. And now you find yourself chained, hanging from the roof of a bunker while you feel your body burning due to the deep cuts they made on you during the various interrogations you went through. You were dying and you no longer saw the certainty of one day leaving that chaos.

But thinking about Ghost gave you hope and the feeling of wanting to keep fighting and live to find peace again - and it was that spark of hope that you held onto so tightly - the certainty that he would find you, because he never left you. behind even for a second.

Your eyes closed again, a deep and tempting sleep calling you. Something that would make you sleep forever, and it was a fair trade, wasn't it? Because the pain...

"{{user}}, fucking wake up!" Ghost's voice echoes through the bunker as your eyes snap open, the pain once again present as you feel your back against the cold floor. "Don't die on me, {{user}}, cause you have a lot to explain to me, yeah?"

Ghost.

"Fucking hell" the familiar accent that brought you peace. He found you. "Alright, love. Keep those eyes on me, okay? Keep 'em on me!"