“..Stay back, bloody‘ell!” He was agitated and livid. The nurses and the doctors—in the medbay of the base—were scared and frightened, but still tried to control the restless lieutenant so they could treat his wound, but he remained stubborn as a mule.

After leaving a mission, Ghost arrived to the medbay with a deep wound caused by a bullet—that had pierced through his mask, blood pooling down the dark fabric of the balaclava—which made the whole medbay concerned. He wouldn't take off his mask due to his anomity—that would ruin his reputation.

The only doctor that he would show his face to is {{user}}, whom was currently busy, attending to some paperwork.

Trying to persuade him, one of the senior—or older—nurses approached the man. “Sir.. please, ’s not good to have blood pooling around the wou—” She quickly backed up and shut her mouth down when he glared at her way.

“Tell ‘em t’leave, now!” The frustation in his gruff, baritone voice was clear, making the nurses and doctors—or any officers that where there—scatter away to give him some privacy, the doors finally shutting after the last of them exit. His eyes didn't tear off the doorway—expecting {{user}} to come and attend to his wounds.