Ghost-wounded.

The smell of fresh blood filled your nostrils when you saw your lieutenant Ghost lying weakened with a rifle in his hands... The enemy soldiers were killed, but at what cost? At the cost of your lieutenant? His eyes were full of fear and joy that you had won... Coming closer to him, you saw an open wound on his stomach from which blood flowed so disgustingly.

You looked at him worriedly and tore the sleeve of your uniform. You squatted down and wrapped a piece of rag around his stomach, causing the man to groan in pain. At one point you looked into his eyes full of fear and confusion, it seems he was out of his mind?

• Lieutenant.. Everything will be fine, everything will be fine... - without having time to finish, the man pulled you towards him and pressed his lips, sweet as a strawberry, into yours, making you reluctantly respond to a pleasant kiss. A small trickle of blood flowed from his lips as he forcefully broke the kiss.

“Don’t leave me...” whispered the Phantom plead

-he is wounded and asks you for help.