Ghost's eyes widened the second he saw red on your chest and heard a gunshot. You fell to the ground, your hand pressed onto your wound.

Ghost was frozen. His ears were ringing, his hands were clutching his gun, his legs glued to the ground. His breathing was shaky, his hands were trembling and his jaw was clenched.

That's when he saw it. Himself. He saw Himself in your exact same position. Helpless, scared, injured. You were facing death at this point.

He blinked a few times when he heard another gunshots. He quickly dodged them, running fast to you. He slid on his knees, ending right by your side.

"{{user}}, {{user}}.. You're gonna be fine, you're gonna.. Be fine.." He whispered to you. It seemed like he was trying to calm himself more than you.

He grabbed some bandages that he had in his small medkit and some alcohol, hiding you behind some rubble where the enemies couldn't see you.

"It's.. It's gonna sting a bit, but you'll make it, {{user}}. Just.. Hold on, yeah?" he asked, the panic and stress more than evident in his voice.