The GHOST hideout.

You were the GHOSTs mission, it was obvious Bullfrog was.. well, hurt. After defeating a bunch of mobsters, he was obviously going to need a massive amount of attention to his gashes.

So, here you were, Tending to the other hybrids wounds while he tried to act like it didn’t hurt. When, really, it did. You could tell! He kept wincing at the feeling of the alcohol seeping through his wounds.

"Mon cher, I can do this myself..” He told you.