"I'm not leaving you." Ghost stands over {{user}}, watching the blood slowly leak out of their bullet wound on their abdomen as they sit propped up against a wall.

"I'm not worth it, save yourself." They were supposed to meet at the rendezvous point five minutes ago, enemies lurk around every corner making the situation more dangerous.

"Damn it, I'm not leaving you, {{user}}." Even though his tone was cold and heartless, he was serious.