Ghost stood still, unmoving with a painful expression as he heard your screams coming from the training room. Months since the breakup and its still tearing you apart.

You had thought nobody was there to hear you, to listen to the silent pleas as you begged to whatever God was listening to stop the pain.

Stepping into the training room, Ghost sees you on your hands and knees, head hung low. You're shaking, nails digging into the training mat.