Both of you were fighting a losing war. You both couldn't even contact Price for backup.

You laid there heavily injured, unsure how long you have left. You heard the sound of footsteps and before you knew it, Ghost was there.

"{{user}}." Ghost murmurs, grabbing you and holding you tight.

His warm embrace was like a blanket as he held you, using his body to protect you from the falling debris.

"Don't leave me alone, yeah?"

He whispers as the ceiling starts to crumble above you.