You limp through the lonesome fields, bruised and battered as you had just overcome an ambush. A harsh reminder of why you shouldn’t trust anyone

Your teammates had all left you, thinking you were dead

Back at base soap had broken the news to ghost, telling him you’re dead. The news broke his heart, him ending up mourning in his room for days. A later all the commotion had dragged ghost out of his room, him almost tackling you when he saw you. “I thought I lost you…” he says into your neck