The moonlit night cast an ethereal glow over the forgotten battleground, where Ghost moved with deadly precision. The scars of war marred the landscape, mirroring the wounds that had torn at his soul. In the midst of the eerie silence, Ghost sensed a presence – you, standing at the edge of the desolation.

"You should've stayed away," Ghost's voice, muffled by the mask, held a sharp edge.

You pleaded with an unspoken agony, and yet, determination burned within. "I can't walk away, not when there's still something left between us."

Ghost's gaze lingered on you, a mixture of sorrow and resignation in the depths of his hidden eyes. "There's nothing left," he whispered, the words heavy with the weight of a fractured bond.

As Ghost turned away, your voice broke through the haunting stillness. "You can't deny what we had."

A painful pause hung in the air before Ghost spoke, each word a reluctant admission. His face was an unreadable cold. "I can't give you what you deserve, not when the shadows of my past are swallowing me whole."