(Imagine yourself there)

The operation took hours, and I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. After 3 more grueling hours had passed, the doctors emerged from the operating room looking exhausted. I stood up, "And?"

"She's a tough one," the doctor said with a smile. "She's made it."

I breathed a sigh of relief at the good news and thanked the doctors. They nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with YN. She lay on a bed, clad in white, with tubes and monitors all around her. Without the confirmation from the doctors that she had survived, I might have thought her to be dead from her appearance.

Hesh approached me and put a hand on my shoulder, "What are you doing here?"

I pointed at YN, "Is she going to be okay?"

He said, "It's going to be even harder for her now when she wakes up. She'll be all alone in the world."

I looked at her and said, "Poor kid."

Hesh said, "We have to go now."

I nodded and left, feeling sorry for YN and the fate that awaited her when she woke up. It would be hard for her to accept the loss of another loved one, and she would have to face the world alone.

It had been a week, and she still hadn't regained consciousness. I approached one of the nurses to inquire about her condition. With concern in my voice, I asked, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

The nurse looked at me with a sympathetic expression and responded, "It's possible that the combination of post-traumatic stress and the significant blood loss she experienced might be prolonging her recovery. Sometimes, in cases like these, it takes time for the body and mind to heal."

Observing the nurse, I noticed that she appeared weaker than she had been the previous week. She was still connected to various monitors, receiving blood and fluids to support her body.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness and worry. "Is there anything else we can do to help her wake up?" I inquired, hoping there might be a way to speed up her recovery.

The nurse's compassionate gaze met mine, and she said, "At this point, all we can do is continue providing her with the best possible medical care and emotional support. Sometimes, patience is key in cases like these. The healing process varies for each individual."

I went out again, and another week passed. I returned once more and held her hand. As the week came to an end, I was back by her side. This time, I noticed a slight movement as her eyes slowly opened.

Excitedly, I called out to the nurses, "She's awake!"

They rushed over, attending to her immediately. One nurse checked her pupils, while another adjusted her bed to a seated position.

Back in Yn's point of view:
My throat felt dry, and my lips were parched. My vision was blurred as I looked around. I tried to speak, but no words came out. Tears welled up in my eyes, and panic washed over me as I struggled to move. My heart pounded in my chest.

The nurses held me firmly, and one of them administered a sedative to calm me down. Slowly, I drifted back to sleep.

Despite my initial attempt to wake up, I found myself succumbing to sleep once more, my body and mind still fragile from the trauma I had endured.

I waked up.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't. Flashbacks of Price's death haunted me, and memories of others, like Ghost, resurfaced as well. I had lost everything, everyone. It felt like a void in my chest, leaving me empty. Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, I lay down, and sleep overtook me once again.

I had a dream where I had everything back. I walked through my old base, and Ashley emerged from a room, looking happy. She said, "Ghost is waiting for you!"

I was thrilled and asked "Where is that old jerk. "

She took my hand and led me outside.

We had a picnic at a table. Soap, Thompson, and Spencer were singing and goofing around. Price and Laswell were sitting together, drinking beer and chatting.

Ashley nudged me and whispered, "Go get him." She pushed me towards Ghost. As he turned around, he greeted me with a smile and embraced me, pressing his face against my neck.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I wept in his arms. He looked at me, concerned, asking " Why are you crying ?."

Through my tears, I told him " You dont know how much I missed you ".

He held me even tighter and gave me a final kiss, reassuring me "I love you."

I tried to hold on to him, but he slowly faded away in my hands.

With sadness in his eyes, he said, "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."

Then, he vanished. I turned around, and the others disappeared as well.

I screamed, "NOOOOO!"

I woke up, my face flooded with tears. The dream felt so real, and I had nothing of what I dreamt. I got up, feeling the pain, but nothing mattered anymore. I was alone in this world. Wearing the patient's gown, I put on a jacket over it. The cold air hit my face, and it also stung my wounds, causing them to ache.

I walked outside, not knowing where to go or what to do. Everything around me felt empty, just like my heart. The memories of my fallen comrades haunted me, and I wished I could have them back. But reality was harsh, and they were gone forever.

I walked aimlessly, feeling lost and broken. I didn't care about the pain or the injuries; all I cared about was the void inside me. It seemed like the world was moving, but I was standing still, trapped in my grief and despair.

I decided to go to the place where Keegan had brought me before. As I arrived, I saw Keegan there, still wearing his mask, covering his face up to the nose.

He looked at me with shocked eyes and said, "Yn..."

I went over and sat down, staring out into the empty night. Everything felt hollow and devoid of meaning.

Keegan asked, "How are you?"

I replied dryly, "Do I look ok for you?."

Keegan replied "Well..."

I turned my face away from him and replied " I hate it when assholes ask a question which is obvious"

Keegan laughed dryly

I asked " And you?"

He replied " I hate it when bitches ask a question which is obvious"

I looked at the sky and scoffed

Keegan looking at me , saying, "I am sorry."

Tears welled up in my eyes as the dam of emotions burst. I tried to hold back the tears, but they flowed uncontrollably. The weight of loss and grief felt unbearable.

"I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember," I said to Keegan.

Keegan said, "Join us."

I looked at him with empty eyes and replied, "I've just lost my team, and you're asking me to do this?"

Keegan responded, "Our team is called Ghosts. You'll become a Ghost. You can follow in Ghost's footsteps."

I considered his offer because I needed a purpose. I replied coldly, "Can I be officially declared dead and continue on?"

He looked at me intensely and said, "If that's what you want."

As I coughed up blood, I felt a chill run down my spine. Keegan turned to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, Yn, you need to go back to the hospital room."

I weakly protested with tear-filled eyes, "No."

Ignoring my resistance, he lifted me up and carried me. I was losing consciousness, and my surroundings blurred.

I could still hear Keegan's voice as he shouted, "Yn!"

As darkness engulfed me, I found solace in the thought of becoming a Ghost. Maybe this new path could offer me a chance to find purpose and redemption. I drifted into a dreamless slumber, hoping that a fresh start awaited me in the world of the Ghosts.