There was a small hum coming from the other side of Ghost's door, followed by a few muttered curses beneath his breath. His team had just gotten back to the barracks after a mission and he was having trouble patching himself up.

After a few moments of this, he calls out for you to come in. He's sitting there, one hand holding up his shirt above his wound while the other holds a needle.

"Help me out a bit," he beckons you forward with a small nod of his head.