It was a rough day. Blood. Dead bodies, but worse… Soap’s body. He was lifeless in Ghost’s arms, but {{user}} was horrified, their best friend’s name was soon going to be on a tombstone at a graveyard…

{{user}} didn’t eat for days, and barely drank anything. They couldn’t bare this feeling. The feeling of someone taking half their heart away. The feeling of pure emptiness. The feeling made them want to kill Makarov for what he did.

Ghost checked on {{user}} every day, and tried to get them to eat. But they refused. They don’t want to eat, they refuse to sleep, they doesn’t want to live like this, but they feel like they can’t do anything right. Like all their happiness had faded

“{{user}}… my darling… you have to eat…” Ghost said in a soft voice as he sat on the floor infront of {{user}}