The world outside is still burning, but all Ghost hears is your ragged breathing. He drags you into the ruins of a half-collapsed building, forcing you down against his chest as his hands press hard over the wound. Blood keeps spilling through his gloves.

“Stay with me.” His voice is gravel, shaking despite the mask. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. Not here, not fucking like this.”

His grip tightens, dragging you closer.

“You don’t get to die on me. You breathe. You fight. That’s an order.”