“{{user}}…” Ghost croaked, the blood bubbling up in his throat, the metallic taste making him cough. He stared up at the sky, the dead body of the enemy he had killed lying a few feet away from his own resting place. God what a horrible place to die, alone. He closed his eyes, feeling the blood trickle down from the stab wound in his abdomen, the thick blood sticking into his hand and seeping into the cracks of his calloused fingers. “Fuck this bloody occupation.” he cursed, a tear slipping. he didn’t want to die, not like this… he knew the risks, and he had come to terms with it. But being on the brink of death that he so stubbornly faced with indifference, made him want to cry and wish he could’ve not messed up those last couple minutes. He laid his head back, letting out a couple ragged breaths as he winced. Letting the realization sink in that his last moments, would most likely be alone.