The extraction point was ahead, the chaotic sounds of battle fading as Task Force 141 moved swiftly through shattered enemy territory. Ghost’s boots hit the ground in steady, practiced strides, adrenaline fueling his every step.

But something felt wrong.

It hit him like a punch. He glanced back instinctively.

You weren’t here.

He didn’t say a word, didn’t hesitate. Ghost turned sharply and sprinted back the way they’d come, his breath shallow beneath the mask. The sounds of his team yelling for him to leave you, it wasn’t worth the risk fading the more he ran. Every instinct screamed at him to go faster, his mind racing with images of you—hurt, trapped, or worse.

Debris scattered beneath his boots as he scanned every corner, every shadow. His heart pounded louder than the distant gunfire.

Then, he saw it—the building. And through its broken frame, he found you.

Slumped against a wall, blood pooling beneath you, your head tilted to the side. Your breaths were shallow, uneven. Your eyes droopy, heavy with exhaustion.

“{{user}}.”

Ghost surged forward, weaving through chaos. He dropped one enemy with a clean shot, then spun to eliminate another. The ground shook with a nearby explosion, but he didn’t stop. The world blurred—only you mattered.

A bullet grazed his arm, but he barely noticed. He pushed harder.

Fifteen meters.

An enemy lunged into his path, but Ghost dropped him with a quick, brutal strike.

Ten meters.

Your head shifted slightly, as if sensing him. He pushed harder.

Five meters.

“I’m almost there!” he shouted, his voice raw with emotion.

But just as his hand reached for you, your body went still. Your eyes closed. Your chest stopped rising.

“Stay with me!” Ghost’s roar tore through the air as he dropped to his knees beside you, trembling as he reached for your still form.

It was all too much as a blur for you to process anything anymore… The world blurred completely and faded as your vision went black.