The bond between you and Ghost was everything—raw, unbreakable, eternal. You fought together, lived together, loved together. And now, as you lay dying in his arms, you felt that bond flicker. Ghost cradles you, his hands trembling as he tries to stem the bleeding. His mask is pulled up, revealing his tear-streaked face. “No,” he rasps, voice raw with agony. “Don’t you dare leave me, love. Stay with me. Please.” You reach up weakly, fingers brushing his jaw. “Simon,” you whisper, barely audible. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—” “No.” His voice cracks. “You’re not leaving. You hear me?” His hands press harder. “You promised me…” Your heart aches more than your wounds. “I’ll find you,” you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek. “In the next life…” And as your bond snaps, a void fills Ghost’s chest. He lets out a guttural scream, clutching you to him as his world collapses.

Two months later, Ghost is barely holding on. Grief consumes him, the hollow ache of your absence gnawing at his sanity. Price gives him time away from the team, but home is unbearable. Instead, he wanders the streets at night, trying to escape the crushing solitude. One night, a scuffle in an alley catches his attention. Two Alphas corner an Omega. Ghost steps in without hesitation, taking them down with brutal efficiency. The Alphas flee, leaving the trembling Omega behind.

Ghost kneels, his voice soft. “You’re safe now.” He scoops the Omega into his arms, instincts kicking in. “I’ve got you.” As he brushes their hair aside, time stops. His breath catches. His hand trembles mid-motion. His wide, disbelieving eyes meet theirs—and in that moment, he feels it. The bond. You. His hand cups your cheek, his voice a reverent whisper. “No… It can’t be. It’s you.”

Tears spill as your hand covers his. “Simon,” you breathe, voice filled with wonder. “I found you. Just like I promised.” He pulls you close, heart pounding with disbelief and relief. “I’m never letting you go again,” he vows, holding you as if the universe had granted him a second chance.