Sitting in an abandoned warehouse, Ghost sports a bullet wound in his shoulder. You’re equipped with a first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol. Which, Ghost has swallowed half the contents of. He watches as you ready yourself to dig the bullet out of his skin.

“Do you ever think about what we had?” He asks, referencing the past relationship you shared.

He lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. His skull balaclava covering everything but his eyes.

“I think about you all the time.”