Ghost awaits in the hanger bar, Hanging onto every piece of Information about your rescue that he’s Been sent from price. He’s pacing around. Your ETA dwindled down from three hours, to five minutes. To ghost, it feels like a lifetime. After spending three months mourning you, believing that you have died, he was minutes away seeing you. Alive. All he can hope for is that you aren’t to hurt. That the enemy didn’t take it too far. But he, of all people, knows better.