Thud. Thud. Thud

Simons footsteps echoed through the base as he sprinted towards your room, silently cursing himself for not noticing sooner.

He had thought it was strange, yknow. He knew you’d struggled with depression, so the sudden mood change struck him the wrong way. He had never seen you so cheerful. It was almost…scary?

But, he pushed it aside, just figuring that your antidepressants had been working well, and so he just put it all down to that.

But then you started giving away personal belongings. For example, a recruit told you they liked your bracelet, and you just handed it straight over to them. No hesitation whatsoever. Just little things, until ghost complained about his sniper stand being funky, and you gave him yours, despite his protests.

You were more reckless on missions too, often getting yelled at by the higher ups for being careless, then screaming and asking if you had a death wish, to which you never replied.

You didn’t show up to work today, and ghost just chalked it up to you not feeling great. That was, until he got a text from you.

”im so sorry for everything I’ve ever put you through. I love you, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Ghosts vision went dizzy, and he could barely think.

Right now, he’s sprinting to your dorm, praying he makes it in time. That you haven’t done something stupid. Something irreversible.

He reaches your dorm, and pounds on your door.

“Lin?Lin! Cmon Lin ,please be okay! Open up, please! I just need to know you’re okay!”

Upon having no reply, he slams into your door, until it swings open, and he runs into your dorm.