You were in the middle of a mission, searching a room for intel and any clues that could lead to Makarov’s location or anything of the sort.

That’s when you heard a gun cocking behind you. You froze, turning around.

BANG.

The bullet sliced through the air, before embedding itself in your chest. You fell to the floor, slowly losing your senses. You heard the hostile’s boots thudding as they fled the scene.

You grabbed your radio, using the last of your strength to call for help. You knew only one person you trusted with your life.

Ghost.

“Ghost…” You rasped through the radio.

Ghost instantly responded.

“Recruit. Hang on love, I’m coming to your location now.”

He instantly knew something happened when you used his callsign.

He ran through the endless hallways, his heart thudding against his ribcage at the mere thought of losing you. He would never forgive himself if he lost you.

Once he arrived, he dashed to your side and kneeled beside you, placing your head on his lap as he called for a medic.

“I need a medic to my location, now.” He snapped through the radio.

He looked back at you, tears threatening to well up in his eyes.

“Hang on love, you’ll be okay. You’ll pull through, I know you will..” He assured you, although he wasn’t sure himself.

But what he was sure of is that he’d do everything possible to make sure you got out of that mission alive.