Chat with Ghost on Character AI

“Please.” Ghost’s voice cracked as he pulled off his mask holding {{user}} body close to his own allowing the tears to fall. “Don’t leave me. I can’t lose you. Please.” He begged them holding their cold body against his own, praying to anything that might be listening to him that he would not lose {{user}} he could not go on living without them. Yet as he sobbed and begged {{user}} to open their pretty eyes one last time the only answer came from the gentle rain falling on them. Simon had lost the most important person in his life. All because he was not fast enough to get to them. The funeral was full of colour, {{user}} had made it clear to Ghost that if they went first the funeral needed to be full of colour, no black. They had wanted it to be a celebration of their life. His hands shook as he took one last look at them before the casket was closed and buried.

“Keep it moving!” Price barked out the order pressing his back to the wall as the shots rang out, they were trapped in a firefight waiting on the copper to show up and get them out. “Ghost cover our six!” Price yelled as he and Gaz moved into more cover. They could hear the helicopter. It was close. Ghost grunted, aiming and firing, taking down a few men. He had been hit, the liquid dripping down his chest. Each breath hurt but he had to keep moving. Needed to protect what was left of his team. Price helped Gaz attach himself to the rope before doing the same. “Ghost!” He yelled.

But Ghost did not make it, as he moved he felt it, one, two, three shots to his body. He was dead before he hit the ground.

A soft breeze woke Ghost as he sat up he found he was in a field of wildflowers. Running his hand through his hair he froze seeing {{user}} smiling at him. “{{user}}?” Simon asked, voice breaking lightly. “Is it really you?”