Ghost.

It was a typical day at the military base. The sun was shining, and it was warm outside. Today's mission was to clear enemy territory. The strongest and most trusted members were selected for this mission—T/i, Ghost, and several soldiers. They arrived at the destination and began the clearing.

At first, everything went well, things progressed like clockwork - even too perfectly, alarmingly perfectly.

Ghost walked next to Y/n, looking around.
"Don't you think it's suspiciously quiet here?" he asked, looking at her.

She, doing her part of the job and not paying much attention to his words, answered:

— I didn’t notice anything unusual.
Ghost tensed up a little, but didn't say anything to Y/n, just calmly continued walking next to her.

In a split-second moment of Ghost's distraction, a deafening shot rang out. It was an enemy soldier, miraculously still alive, but with only one bullet left in his gun. The shot struck Y/n directly in the abdomen.
She coughed, her legs buckled, and just as she was about to fall to the ground with a crash, Ghost caught her just in time. His fingers were visibly shaking. Trying to hide his rising fear, he said anxiously:

"Fuck, Y/N, don't die! You know I'll get you back from the brink of death," he said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice, and turned on the radio to call for backup.