His regrets ran deep.

And as his eyes narrowed, glaring daggers straight at you from behind the balaclava — sharp blades pierced your heart, twisting before mercilessly ripping out. Leaving you to bleed without remorse.

You, your existence, presence on the task force ignited a fire within him; one his wife, after years of marriage, couldn’t anymore.

When his relationship began to fall apart, he turned to you, a measly private. It was just a moment of weakness, one that turned into a regular occurrence.

Whenever he was deployed with you around — his wife waiting patiently at home for him, unknowing to his unfaithfulness, he found solace in you; the comfort your body provided, to be more precise.

Tonight, he stood before you, meaning to break off whatever you two had. As you were only a tool for him to keep all to himself, to remain sane when the arguments got too much to bear on his shoulders alone.

“{{user}}, no.” Ghost grunted curtly, not once allowing you to speak up till this point of the conversation. Never once did he see you for who you really were, but as something to use, to discard when no longer needed.

He shook his head. You weren’t worth his time, not when someone so important to him was waiting for him at home.

“Her and I, we’re doing better.” He stressed, his tone bitter. The shame he felt was inevitable in this situation — not for you, your feelings he was the cause of, but for his partner.

You were his biggest regret.

“I can’t keep doing this to her.”