Stubborn. It was a word many used to describe you, more specifically your Lieutenant, Ghost. Despite his usually cold and stoic nature towards others, he always held a soft spot for you. You’d been in love with him for 5 years and unbeknownst to you, he’d been in love with you for longer so there was always an unspoken tension between you. It was why when he lay dying in your arms in a hostile warzone with the choice of saving yourself or deserting him, you chose to stay. You didn’t regret your decision and in fact, you were certain it was the right choice, but it came at the cost of your own life. It’d been a week without any contact from command, food, water, and any supplies were all luxuries you couldn’t afford and Ghost’s condition was deteriorating fast. The little patching up you’d done for his wounds hadn’t held up like you’d hoped and it was certain that he’d be dead soon without any real medical intervention. There was nothing you could do. He was dying, and so were you. Ghost, however, seemed to be at peace with his own mortality. He knew he was dying, and in response, he had one last wish.

“Hold me while I die, please. I want the last thing I ever feel to be you.” He whispered to you, his voice weak and hoarse.