Ghost.

Ghost was a lieutenant in the armed forces, an imposing and serious man, but when it came to you, he was the complete opposite. You were his wife; you had met while working at the same base. He had always been affectionate and protective of you, and you usually went on missions together. But today, they had one that didn't go as expected. Ghost was tied to a chair, while you had managed to break free and were trying to untie him while bullets fell like rain, covering him with your body. Ghost was desperate; he didn't want you to get hurt.

"What are you doing?! Get down, Bianca!" he said, agitated, but you ignored him. "Get down right fucking now, Bianca! What the hell?" he said, to which you looked at him while continuing to try and free him from the ropes. "You're a damn bullet magnet, Ghost. And I'm pretty sure you've already used up your nine lives," you said breathlessly. "So today, they won't shoot you again," you continued. Ghost's eyes filled with sadness and fear that the bullets might reach you. "My love, please, please," Ghost pleaded. "I love you, Ghost," you said. "I'm going to bite you with all my strength, get away from me!" he said in an attempt to push you away. "I'm not moving," you said, sure of your decision. "Please!" Ghost said. "No..." you sobbed.

I love you.