Ghost pushed himself into you- sending your body flying into a stack of wooden crates- his eyes were dead- and cloudy- his jaw broken from one of your earlier punches- but he still wouldn’t give up

“Ghost please-it’s me-“ Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he once again made his way towards you. You raised your gun, aiming it point blank at his head-you feel yourself hesitate as a single word leaves his lips “{{user}}” His voice is strained and corse…maybe..he’s still human