“Bloody hell” Rough Hands pressed to the wound on your upper leg, slowing the bleeding the stray bullet caused.

Ghost wasn’t the first person you imagined responding to your call for help. He always brushed you off, gave you cold looks, or was overly critical. Hardly any retorts came from him as he dug through the pack for the Med kit.

“I can’t believe you’re foolish enough to get hurt this way.” He said aloud, shaking his head. “Can’t believe I’m foolish enough to help you either.”