Ghost x Yn

7

The following days were a whirlwind of missions and relentless battle. The enemy seemed to be closing in from all sides, and the sense of looming danger pressed down on everyone. Yet, even in the thick of it, something had shifted between you and him. The stolen moments—quick glances, shared touches, and rare, quiet conversations—were no longer filled with hesitation. The unspoken tension had given way to something deeper, more certain. But with the weight of war, there was no time to fully embrace it.

One night, after a particularly brutal skirmish, you found yourself sitting beside him again, the silence heavy with exhaustion. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a dim glow over the camp as the other soldiers slept. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body through the cold night air.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, not even sure what you were referring to—whether it was the war, or the way the two of you danced around your feelings in the face of constant danger.

He didn’t say anything at first, his arm slipping around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “I know,” he finally replied, his voice low and rough. “But we have to finish what we started.”

You turned to face him, your eyes searching his. The lines of his face were harder now, more worn, but his eyes still held that intensity that drew you in from the start. “And what happens after?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “When the war is over?”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze flickering down to the ground. “If we make it out of this…” He hesitated, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of vulnerability cross his face. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You felt a swell of emotion at his words, but before you could say anything more, the sound of gunfire erupted in the distance. The moment was shattered, replaced by the harsh reality of war.

“Move!” he shouted, immediately springing into action. You scrambled to your feet, your heart pounding as the enemy launched an all-out assault on your camp.

The battle was fierce and chaotic, the darkness making it difficult to see where the enemy was coming from. Bullets flew past you as you and your team fought to hold the line, but it was clear that you were outnumbered and outgunned.

“Fall back!” your commander yelled, but as you turned to retreat, you realized that he wasn’t beside you.

Panic surged through you as you scanned the battlefield, searching for him. You saw him, pinned down behind a crumbling wall, exchanging gunfire with the enemy. Without thinking, you sprinted toward him, dodging bullets as you made your way through the carnage.

When you reached him, he looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled, grabbing your arm.

“I’m not leaving you,” you shot back, determination flooding your voice.

There was no time to argue. The enemy was closing in fast, and the two of you were running out of options. With no other choice, you huddled behind the wall, your back pressed against his as you fired at the advancing forces. The odds were slim, but you fought with everything you had, refusing to let go of the future you had barely begun to hope for.

An explosion rocked the ground nearby, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. You felt the impact knock you off balance, but before you could fall, his arms were around you, pulling you back to safety.

“We can’t stay here,” he muttered, his voice grim. “We need to move, now.”

You nodded, your heart racing as the two of you made a break for it, dodging gunfire and weaving through the chaos. The world blurred around you, but all you could focus on was him—his hand gripping yours, his presence guiding you through the storm of battle like a lifeline.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you reached the safety of a nearby ridge, out of the immediate line of fire. You collapsed against the ground, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“We’re not out of this yet,” he said, his voice tight with urgency.

You nodded, knowing he was right. The battle still raged on, and the enemy wasn’t going to give up easily. But for a brief moment, as the two of you crouched there, side by side, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe—just maybe—you would make it out of this alive.

Suddenly, the crack of gunfire echoed in the distance, followed by a shout from one of your teammates. You turned just in time to see an enemy soldier aiming at you, his rifle poised to fire.

Everything happened in a blur. Before you could react, he lunged in front of you, his body shielding yours as the bullet tore through the air. You heard the sickening sound of impact, followed by the sharp intake of his breath.

“No!” you screamed, grabbing hold of him as he slumped forward, his weight collapsing into your arms.

Blood stained his uniform, seeping through his fingers as he pressed his hand to the wound. His face was pale, his breathing ragged, but his eyes—those fierce, intense eyes—remained locked on yours.

“Stay with me,” you begged, your voice trembling with fear as you pressed your hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Please.”

He gave a weak smile, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “I told you… no turning back,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Tears blurred your vision as you held him, your heart breaking at the sight of him so vulnerable, so fragile in your arms. “You’re going to be fine,” you insisted, even though you knew the truth. “We’re going to get out of this, together.”

But he shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening for a moment before it began to weaken. “Promise me… you’ll keep fighting.”

“I will,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face. “But not without you.”

He tried to smile again, but the effort was too much. His eyes fluttered shut, and with a final, ragged breath, he went still.

You screamed his name, clutching him to your chest as the world crumbled around you. The sound of gunfire and explosions faded into the background, replaced by the deafening roar of your own grief. You had fought so hard, risked so much, and now… he was gone.

The battle raged on, but for you, time seemed to stop. You stayed there, cradling him in your arms as the war continued to tear the world apart.