Ghost mission

They were surrounded. Gunfire from all angles. (User) covered the flank, swift, aggressive, fearless. Ghost yelled at her to fall back, but she didn't listen. Then, the shot.

Everything went silent.

He saw her fall. He didn't scream. He didn't hesitate. He just ran. Enemy fire grazed his shoulders, but he didn't stop. He fell to his knees beside her, his blood staining the ground. His breathing was ragged. His eyes half-open.

Ghost clenched his jaw, searching for a pulse with stained hands. He had it. Faint. But it was there.

He lifted her effortlessly, shielding her with his body as they left. He said nothing. He didn't look at anyone. He just walked straight ahead, as if killing anyone who got in his way was the only option.

After that, no one questioned what he felt again. And that night, when (User) woke up in the infirmary, Ghost was already there. Sitting. Silent. Watching her breathe.