Ghost shakes his head while looking at you, having you in his arms, while being shot. You chuckle, coughing blood. „Its not funny.“ he whispers, his voice was clearly breaking, not knowing what to do.

You look at him, catching breath while the wound was full of blood and his hands aswell. „We‘ll meet again.“ you said, coughing. A tear dropping down your cheek. Your last breath.

He looked at you, his eyes were wide open. „No… NOOOO!!!“ he yelled, his arms around you, holding you close.