Fate was a malicious woman. One moment you were telling Ghost about your thalassophobia, safe within the compounds of the helicopter.

The next, you were thrusted out, tumbling through the cold air, icicles slicing your cheeks as a scream tore through your throat. The dark raging waters engulfed you in an instant. You were nothing but a baby at the hands of Fate.

You’re suddenly pulled to the surface by Ghost.

“You’re good, we’re good,” he panted as he began to pull your heavy gear off.