You’re breathing heavily. Ghost’s lying on the ground in front of you. Your hands’re shaking violently, but you still put pressure on the wound. Enemy bullet had pierced a fucking artery. Ghost just stares at you, groaning periodically as the pressure from your hands intensifies.

«Hey, hey...calm down»

His hand slowly rises to your face. He gently strokes your cheek, wiping away tears and. He still remains silent, tracing your face with his fingers, as if remembering it for the last time.