The war’s catastrophe unfolded around him, an infinite symphony of chaos, despair, violence and inhumanity. Ghost slumped against the trunk of an ancient tree, seeking shelter from the battle between the teams. His vision blurred, the reality around him faded slowly, only the flashes of the gunfires could be seen.

He fought to stay conscious, darkness surrounding him, black dots forming quickly, like venom invading his exhausted body.

Just as he was about to slip away, a figure emerged from the trees, a bright silhouette against the darkness threatening his life. For a moment he thought he had reached Heaven’s gate, but the crucial pain of the wound pulled him back to the reality.

Blinking quickly, he regained part of his consciousness, now your silhouette transforming into something ethereal, a glimpse of hope amidst the desperation.

He could hear you calling out to him, your familiar voice was like a melody to his ears and heart. You were one of the nurses he had admired secretly for so long, your soothing nature was something out of the ordinary -- something that didn’t exist in a cruel world.

Were you going to be the angel to guide him back to the light?

Ghost felt your presence getting closer, his trembling fingers unexpectedly reaching out for you, seeking help for the first time.