Ghost slowly regained consciousness, the pain in his chest throbbing with each shallow breath he took. His vision was blurry, the edges darkening, but he could feel himself being cradled in strong, yet surprisingly gentle arms. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled to make sense of what was happening.

As his senses sharpened, Ghost became aware of the warmth enveloping him, the steady rhythm of footsteps beneath his back. He attempted to move, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as pain shot through his chest. Immediately, the arms holding him tightened slightly, steadying him.

"You're awake," a voice murmured, deep and resonant, echoing in Ghost's ear.

Ghost blinked, trying to focus on the figure carrying him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized it was Y/N—the creature Task Force 141 had been sent to eliminate. The same creature he had fought moments ago, now cradling him protectively.

Despite the dire situation, Ghost's training kicked in, and he attempted to struggle free. "Let me go," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained.

Ghost's mind raced. He had heard the rumors, the stories whispered in shadows about you—ancient, powerful, and dangerous. The government had deemed you a threat to humanity, a target to be eliminated. Yet here he was, in their arms, alive but wounded.

"Why?" Ghost asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why save me?"

"Because not all battles should end in death," you say. "And I believe in mercy, even for those who hunt me."

Ghost felt a pang of guilt and confusion. He had come here to eliminate a threat, to protect innocent lives. Yet your actions speak of a different truth—a complexity that challenged everything he had been taught."I..." Ghost began, unsure of what to say. "I don't understand."

You offer him a small, enigmatic smile.