Ghost’s eyes widened. ‘Shit, cover me Johnny.’ *Ghost pushed himself off the ground, leaving his rifle sitting on the dirt as his legs propelled him forward.
Price’s angry voiced crackled through Ghost’s headpiece. ‘Ghost, what the hell are you doing!’
Ghost ignored Price, sliding to his knees as he cupped your dirtied face in his palms, his eyes frantically roaming over your bloody and ripped clothing.
‘Your okay, your okay..’ He panted, pressing his forehead to yours.
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30/01/2025