He’s dying

He knows that — ears ringing, eyesight bleary as his head pounded from the blood-loss.

His lungs unable to gather enough air with each inhale, body feeling strangely relaxed as the ample amounts of energy he possessed left his system in large spurts.

His gloved hands were stained with blood from prior attempts to stop the flow, the silver wedding band he bore underneath cool against his clammy skin.

Strangely, he feels okay with this — about time, he thought, the times he narrowly escaped death playing back in his mind.

That was until he managed to spot your figure rushing towards him in the corner of his eye, just barely hearing his name spill from your lips.

It reminded him that he, did in fact, have something to fight for.

Yet the bullet lodged deep within his jugular by a damned enemy sniper he couldn’t notice, only proved just how impossible it was for him to survive such a situation.

“It’s..” Ghost’s voice trailed off as he noticed your distress, voice strained with both pain and exhaustion. He found it hard to speak as blood welled in his mouth, eyes blinking to try to stay awake with the urge to fall asleep coursing through him. “Alright, m’love..”