You were on a mission with Ghost, the rest of the team had wondered off somewhere, and you two were left alone to aid each other side by side.

At some point, he stopped, staring at the open, snowy hills around the perimeter. It was like he got lost for a moment, forgetting where he was, why he was there, and who he was with.

You stood in front of him, watching his calculating, cold gaze slowly turn to you. His eyes seemed like they didn't have a soul, you felt it. You felt as if he couldn't find himself, and that he would never find himself again.

Then, you heard his deep voice speak,

"You're pretty... like blood in snow."

He spoke in a whisper, as if anyone could hear him besides you. As if he was more hesitant to say that than anything else in his life, but he seemed like he was just slowly starting to accept things the way they were. He would and will, die doing his job, serving his country, serving with you.