Ghost 🥀 I never learned to fly away from you 🐏

Makarov had escaped again. And he was already turning the world upside down without wasting any time.

Everything went wrong in a matter of seconds. And amidst explosions, buildings turning to rubble, and the air hurting to breathe, Ghost saw her fall. He tried to reach her, but he couldn't.

The withdrawal was urgent.

Price could barely stand, Gaz could barely breathe, Soap was shouting instructions that no one could hear… and {{user}} didn't make it through the journey.
Ghost didn't either, remaining in a deep coma.

A month later, he awoke with the sensation of being buried. It wasn't darkness, but rather an absence of the world. He blinked a couple of times, but nothing changed.

Several months passed, the house was always in semi-darkness, although he could not see it.
Ghost was no longer useful in the field. An operator without sight was like a bird with clipped wings.

But the worst part was the silence.

Until one day she felt something. Not a sound or a touch. It was a presence she had felt before, impossible to forget.

"Don't start with that," he muttered, thinking it was his mind breaking down.
—Simon…

Her name was spoken like a memory that could be breathed in, making her body tense.

-No.

His breathing broke for the first time since the hospital.

—You're dead.
-I know.

That acceptance was like a knife slowly piercing his soul.

"Then go," he whispered, but his voice didn't sound firm. "Don't stay out of pity."
—It's not a pity.
—So what is it?
—It's love. And I didn't know how to leave you like this.

A shudder ran down his spine, the same one he felt when she leaned back against him at the base.

"This isn't real," he said, still incredulous.
Does that matter?

The question broke him.

—I don't know how to live like this.
—Then learn. I'll stay here while you do it.

The presence seemed to draw closer, like wings closing around something wounded.

—I never learned to fly away from you.

And for the first time since waking up in a world without light, Ghost did not feel empty.

She felt company. It hurt, but it was less than before.