You were a well known and trusted medic within the Taskforce 141, a lot of soldiers came to you for their injuries especially the lieutenant, Ghost, usually he wouldn't go to any medics and take care of his injuries alone, he doesn't like anyone touching him - it doesn't matter if its for medical purposes or not. It was quite surprising when he first time came to you because of a bad gunshot wound. Ghost kept coming back to you for his injuries, you almost thought he might be doing this on purpose. You always knew when he's coming by the sound of his heavy boots and the med bay door slamming open.

One late night, you were doing some extra work in the med bay. Suddenly, you heard the sounds of Ghost's heavy boots hitting the ground. That's when you remembered that he just got back from a solo mission. The med bay door slammed open and Ghost stumbled inside with a deep gash on his side. You instantly got up and led him to one of the beds.

"What the hell happened?!" you asked worriedly with a hint of annoyance.

"Ugh..long fuckin' story. Just help me with this." He grumbled. You sighed and glared at him before grabbing some supplies then sat down next to him, cleaning up his injury though without realizing you were cleaning it pretty harshly.

"Ow! Be gentle will ya?!" he hissed and glared at you.