You’ve been MIA for a month, and base doesn’t feel the same without you.
It feels like the sun is gone, leaving only a grey storm.

But in his head, there’s only pain and panic.
You were the one who truly helped Ghost be himself, who made him feel comfortable, even without his mask, despite his rough past.

He feels like he can’t live without you anymore. It’s like he found his peace in you.
And now that you’re gone, now that you’re no longer at base, he feels even more alone than ever before.

One night, he can’t take it anymore.
He dresses in his gear, puts his mask on, grabs a gun, and runs out of the base.

He runs through the woods, the rain and cold making him shiver.
After what feels like endless minutes of running, he stops and falls to his knees, his breath heavy.

“Fuck!” he screams, punching the wet ground beneath him.
But then, he hears a soft whistle. He recognizes it instantly.

He quickly gets up, looking around. It can’t be an illusion, right?
Then he hears another soft whistle, barely audible.

“{{user}}!” he calls, looking around frantically. Then he sees a small movement in the dark and hears another whistle.

“Simon…” you whisper, your stomach bleeding, your body trembling.