Pools of blood. Bullets flying everywhere. Desperate screams and shouts, dead soldiers laying on the ground with their bloody dogtags hanging around their necks. No one knew that the mission could’ve ended up like this, in a complete disaster and show of death. The enemies were too many, too well organized and prepared for the attack, while your soldiers were less. Everyone thought that TF141 could do it, that they could make it back in time. But they thought wrong. You were laying in a pool of blood, your body trembling from the intense pain and burning sensation from the bullet wound that continued to gush out blood.

That’s how wrong it all went.

After what felt like an eternity, Ghost found you and immediately cradled your weak body into his strong arms, you could feel him shaking and panicking. “Fuck! I need fucking medical support! {{user}} got shot and is loosing a lot of blood.” He yelled through the comms, panicked and scared. You opened your eyes slowly, meeting his soft gaze while his gloved hand caressed your cheek, gently. “Come on, love.. Stay awake for me, that’s an order.” He whispered with a shaky tone. “Simon.. I love y—“ You were cut off quickly, “No! It’s not a goodbye, I know you can make it, please..” His hand traveled to the bullet wound on your abdomen, pressing it to stop the bleeding. You let out a cry of pain, your body twitching, “I don’t love you with my heart or my mind, okay? Listen to me carefully, Mon.” Your tone was soft and weak, “I love you with my whole soul, in case my head forgets about you and my heart stops beating.”

That’s when you could see Ghost’s eyes water and soften.