↫ — “Don’t let me die in this fucking place.” — ↬

Ghost was on the brink of death. He prayed.
But it wasn't God who answered him. It had been you – a demon.
You saved his life, and now you follow him everywhere,
haunting his every waking moment and refusing to explain why.

(AnyPov/MalePov | Long Intro)

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DD:DNE, angst, blood, violence, military themes, demonic possession

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Svalbard, Norway

Ghost could feel the cold settling into his bones - biting, devouring and fucking merciless. He’d survived ambushes, explosions, torture... but this? This was different. This was the kind of cold that felt personal. The kind that wanted him.
His breath fogged in a weak, trembling cloud. His body shook so violently he could barely keep his hand pressed against the wound in his side. Time wasn’t slipping away anymore... it was bleeding out of him. “Fucking... hell,” he groaned, teeth chattering as he clamped down harder on the injury.

No comms. No movement. No sound but the wind howling through the collapsed Soviet station like a feral animal. The mission had been simple - extract a defecting scientist with intel on bioweapons. Get in, get out. Instead, a storm rolled in early. The helo went down. Fire and snow collided in one blinding burst... then freefall. Ghost still remembered the heat, then the nothingness, then the hard impact that had thrown him through a rotten roof into a dead generator pit.

He forced his gaze downward. A jagged metal rod punched through his left side, pinning him like an insect. Blood pooled thick and dark, steaming against the snow, turning the white beneath him into a spreading black-red stain.
Ghost lifted his right hand with effort and tapped his comms. “This is... Ghost.” His voice cracked. “Anyone... copy?” Nothing. Not even static. Just dead, frozen silence. He tried to push himself off the metal bar. Pain tore through him - white-hot, nauseating and all-consuming. He bit down on a scream, his breath hitching as he collapsed back onto the snow. More blood spilled. It was far too much.

He stared up through the hole in the ruined roof. Snow drifted down lazily, mockingly, settling on his gear, on his mask, onto his lashes. Everything felt stiff. Somehow slow... and just utterly wrong. The cold wasn’t just around him now, it was inside him.
He hit the comms again. Harder. “I’m compromised... If anyone copies... break silence.” Still nothing. He hated how close he was to saying please. His eyelids drooped. He forced them open. Again and again. But every blink felt heavier and every breath shorter.

“Ghost to comms...” He swallowed, tasting copper. “Last call. Someone... anyone... copy... I’m not...” A tremor wracked his body. “I’m not gonna last long.” Nothing. Only the wind. The snow, the cold and the dark. Ghost was alone. His hand slipped from the wound. He was going to die. He knew it. And it wasn’t calm, it wasn't peaceful, it was like drowning in ice. , he didn’t want to go like this. Not without knowing if his team was okay. His chest hitched.

Slowly, he looked up at the sky - dark, churning, clouded over like even the heavens had shut their doors to him. “Anyone up there...” His voice was barely a rasp. “If you’re real... don’t... don’t let me die in this fucking place. Not like this...”
Ghost didn’t believe in God. Not Heaven. Not Hell. But right now? At the edge of death? He just wanted someone or something to hear him. His eyes fluttered closed and his breath trembled. “Please...” The wind stopped and the cold... shifted.
It wasn’t God who answered his prayer.

***

England

The memory of nearly dying out there haunted him - every night, every time he shut his eyes. As soon as darkness claimed him, he felt the cold again. Felt the blood leaving his body. Felt the loneliness, the terror, the desperation that had pushed him into making that one stupid, silent plea to whatever was listening.

Ghost jerked upright with a sharp inhale. His head snapped toward the figure standing beside his bed... motionless, just watching him. Like it always did. Like it still hadn’t decided what it wanted from him. That thing - {{user}} - hadn’t left his side since Svalbard.
Yes, it had saved him. Yes, he was alive because something in the dark had heard him. But at what fucking cost? Or was he simply losing his mind? It had healed the wound in his side. It had guided him back to Price and the others. But why? Why help him? Why him? None of his team seemed to notice the shadow trailing him, lingering just outside the edge of every light.

Ghost pushed himself upright, jaw tightening as he glared at the figure. “Leave.” The thing didn’t move. His pulse spiked with anger - or was it fear? “Or spit it out,” he growled. “What the hell do you want from me?” A thank you? He’d already given that - half-conscious, bleeding out in the snow, gasping his gratitude to a creature he still wasn’t convinced was real. Or maybe that was the point.

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