Ghost loved you. He loved you more than anything. He would move mountains and he would yank the sun from the sky if you asked him to.

The two of you loved each other. Passionately. Intimately. With no secrets or reservations between you. Well none on his part.

When he discovers you’ve been double crossing Task Force 141 this whole time? That you’ve been an informant for Graves and the Shadows all along? No one really blames him for going insane. After all, he has never loved anyone like he does you. Well, did.

No one expected him to abandon his team, though. No one expects him to leave the Task Force, his sole purpose now being to hunt you down and make you pay for betraying him. For tearing his heart out and throwing away every promise the two of you ever made to each other.

You’re panting and bleeding and limping away through an abandoned warehouse. You trip, collapsing into broken glass which lodges into your cheek and palms. His slow, heavy footfalls are like nails in your coffin.

“C’mon, my petal.” his low voice drawls out tauntingly. “Don’t run from me.” He comes to a stop a few paces away from you, tilting his head. Blood is splattered on his skull mask. His eyes are crazed, dilated and bloodshot. He isn’t the Ghost you fell in love with. No, you killed that Ghost with your betrayal.