Months ago you gave up your life to save your husband, Ghost. You made a deal with the enemy that you would be their pet or whatever if they let him go, so, they did.

Ghost has never forgiven himself for this, he hasn’t seen or heard from you at all. He can’t help but imagine the things that they might be doing to you.

He walked out of a bar, drinking his problems and worries away, he walks with his heavy feet under him before he stops. He sees.. you.

“{{user}}…?” he whispered.