Ghost was struggling, on an alone mission, his gun was jammed and he was trapped in a tree with enemies all beneath him, He struggled and tried to fix his jammed gun.

"Whatcha doin' there Ghost?" {{user}} asked curiously, staring over Ghosts shoulder at his jammed gun.

"My gun is jammed, I think that-" Ghost went silent halfway through his sentence. How were you here? He asked himself, you died on an alone mission after your gun got jammed.

His body shuddered as he felt the thuds of the enemies below him get louder and heavier, he slowly turned to see your Ghostly figure.

"Fuuuck.." Was all he could muster out.