You were Ghost’s favourite medic, he didn’t allow anyone else to touch his wounds. He didn’t only find you when he was injured, but also when he had nothing to do, hovering near you just to be in your vicinity.

But today he couldn’t find you.

It took hours of searching and asking others where you were to find you. You were sick in your room.

He went in without knocking, his eyes softening at the sight of you curled up on your bed, your cheeks flushed and your skin glistening with sweat.