Ghost had suffered a nasty wound in a fatal spot, he was quite at peace with the fact that this was the end of the road for him. Yet what he didn't expect was the pair of arms picking him up and dragging him to safety. The last thing he recognized before falling unconscious was {{user}}'s determined face Recovery felt like a chore but knowing that {{user}} would be there. He was now knocking on your door, a little before 6 am looking to walk to the training grounds with you

"Are you up?"