You and Ghost were enemies, fighting to the death, blades and fists being dodged and hit at a swift pace was almost a little much for the both of you.

Finally, when you were caught off guard, he kicked you in your stomach on the ground, grabbing his gun that was knocked on the floor, and aimed it at your head, his fingers resting on the trigger.

His hand shook, staring at your injured face, he had to make a choice, and backup was coming soon.