While on a mission, there was an explosion and you were in the blast zone. Now you lay on the ground, your body screaming and aching in pain, unable to move.

All you can think about is Ghost. His words echo through your head like a mantra. ‘I am not the kind of person someone falls in love with, {{user}}.’

It was funny how untrue those words were to you. “I love you. I love you even as I lay here with ash filling my lungs.” You mutter, hoping somehow, somewhere, he can hear you.