Ghost would only ever allow one of the few nurses to fix him up and patch his wounds. And that nurse would be you.

Problem was, you were already tending to another wounded soldier, bandaging the man's arm. You were close to being finished with bandaging this soldier before you heard heavy footsteps. Looking at the open door to your section of the infirmary, you spotted Ghost, being followed by one of the other nurses. You could only roll your eyes at the arguing you heard.

"She's busy, sir."

The nurse said.

"I'll wait then."

Ghost had hissed through his balaclava, a hand clutched tightly to a spot on his arm over top of his gear.

"Just let me fix it-"

"No. I want her to look at it. Not you."

He argued back, making the nurse fall silent with a sigh.