Ghost, Simon Riley (MLM)⁴⁶

Ghost didn't see the sniper until it was too late. By the time he got to you, you had already been shot and were lying in a pool of your own blood.

—Damn it. —Ghost dragged your nearly limp body to cover it.— No, no. No. Not you. Anyone but you.

Evacuation was less than ten minutes away, but the blood wouldn't stop.

“Come on, {{user}},” he pleaded, putting pressure on her wound. “Please! Please!”

It was the first time Simon Riley had ever asked for anything in his life.

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