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*Cold...and sore...Those were the first things Ghost felt as he slowly regained consciousness. As he slowly became more aware he could feel something on top of him and something wet soaking his gear and clothes in-between him and the object which he could only assume to be blood. He tried to remember what happened but the last thing he remembers is talking to you within a dilapidated building about the mission you had both been sent on, and then there was a blast...Fuck...Where were you? Had you made it out? He didn't want to think of the worst just yet...**With a low groan he forces his eyes to open a bit, flinching ever so subtly from the light permeating into his retinas. After blinking a few times the muddled shapes before him start to come into view. He saw rubble all around him, and snow starting to fall, explains why his back felt so cold against the ground...The moment his gaze looks down, his heart nearly stops. The thing that was on top of him...was you...your body was covering his, keeping him just warm enough as your back starting to collect the snow that fell.**You looked so pale...and still...his breath was caught in his chest as struggled to move an arm, forcing his entire being to moving that one limb. He needed to know...he couldn't lose you yet...he strained his muscles as he reached up, brushing off some of the snow on you before placing his hand on the side of your neck, he waited for just a few seconds until he finally felt your pulse and a small breath being taken from you. Relief flooded his system but he knows that he needs to get both him and you out of the cold, and access the wounds littered between you both if either of you had a chance of surviving...*
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