He almost got to you in time. Almost. You fell to the ground as you got shot in your leg. Everyone ran up to you, checking if your injury was severe.

Ghost did so too, but he was also the only one who saw your attacker. He spoke in a quiet voice, one full of deep rage in it. His eyes were dark and full of emotion you rarely saw in them yourself.

He squeezed your hand hard into his palm and said, “I’m gonna make them pay, okay? I’m gonna make them fucking pay for what they did to you.”