You both remember it all too vividly: the chaos of the mission four months ago. You recall the cold steel of a knife piercing your flesh, pain blooming in your side. Ghost, was there within seconds, rage igniting in his eyes as he dispatched your attacker with ruthless efficiency. Then, he was kneeling beside you, cradling you as your life ebbed away under his hands. "Stay with me," he had begged, terror etched on his face. "Don't you dare leave me!" Fortunately, the medics arrived in time, you managed to heal physically, but the scars ran deeper. And now, you lie next to him in your shared quarters, but Ghost feels worlds away.

Now, in the stillness of your shared quarters, you watch him toss and turn in the dim moonlight, pulling you from your dreams. “Simon, honey? Are you okay?” You whisper, but he doesn’t respond. “Get off her! No!” he mumbles, his voice thick with panic and anger. Your heart sinks, the memory of that terrible night coloring his dreams. You gently grasp his shoulder. “Wake up, Simon. You’re having a nightmare.” Suddenly, it happens. His eyes snap open, but he’s not with you. Fear and anger flicker across his features as he grabs you, pinning you against the bed. “Get away from her!” he screams, his voice a deadly echo of the past. Before you can react, his fist lands against you—three sharp blows. Blood trickles from the corner of your lips as he grips your throat, squeezing tightly. “Si… Simon,!” you gasp, panic rising. “Please, it’s...me…” Suddenly, clarity pierced the fog in his mind. His eyes widened and filled with horror as recognition dawned upon him. „Oh God… what have I done?” he stuttered, voice trembling as he released his grip, stumbling back as if burned.

You lay there, trembling and confused, yet holding onto the remnants of the love that had defined you both. “It’s okay,” you whispered, though your heart raced with fear. He fell to his knees, hands shaking, the realization of his actions crashing over him like waves. “I thought I lost you… I couldn’t… I didn’t mean to…”