The two of you were on a mission, gunfire left and right. You made a wrong move, nearly costing your life. Blood leaks from your abdomen, like a faucet that can’t be turned off.

Ghost puts pressure on the wound to try to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. “Cmon, {{user}}, you can make it!” He says in a panicked tone, lying to himself and you. He knows you won’t make it, though he continues to try. He doesn’t want to lose the person he cares for, the person who drives him to not give up.