Lying in the stillness of a war-torn battlefield, you and Ghost struggled to catch your breath.

The mission was over. The enemy defeated. But the cost was written in every bruise, every bullet wound, and the slow, steady seep of blood soaking into the dirt beneath you.

The worst part—your radios crackled, desperate and silent. The medics weren’t answering. They had most likely already fallen, swallowed by the same unforgiving silence that now enveloped the field.

It was just the two of you. Ghost. You. And the heavy, suffocating quiet that war had brought with it.

In an effort to push back the creeping dread, Ghost drew in a shuddering breath.

“{{user}}…” His voice was low, raw with pain and exhaustion. “If I bleed out here... I need you to know...”

He reached out, trembling but determined, his fingers tightening around yours.

“I love you. So damn much.”

His teeth clenched against the pain, eyes searching yours. “No matter what happens... you don’t ever forget that.”

A shaky, urgent whisper. “That’s an order.”