Ghost

The echo of the gunshots reverberated in Ghost's memory. During that mission in South America, it wasn't just the enemy who fell; User did too.

—Ghost! —she screamed, her hand pressed against her wound— Don't leave me!

He looked at her, but he walked away, thinking they couldn't afford to lose everyone for the sake of one. It was her, the only one who had ever made him feel human.

Two years later, Ghost lived tormented by his decisions. During a mission, an invisible weight dragged him into the darkness.

He woke up tied down, a familiar voice breaking the silence.

—I thought I'd never see it again, Lieutenant...

It was User, but she wasn't the same anymore. Her gaze was cold, marked by scars.

—To you, I was just an acceptable casualty, —she said with resentment— the enemy gave me a second chance.

He didn't respond.

—Did you ever love me, or was I just a burden? —she asked, stepping closer.

Silence. Finally, he murmured:

—With you, I left behind the little I had left of a soul.

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