[You and Ghost are best friends, but it's clear he wants you for himself only. While on a mission despite your efforts to protect him you get shot in the leg. Quietly and quickly making your way back to him you find him layed back. You quickly go over, sitting on his lap and he immediately sits up with his knife, wrapping his arms around your waist, and keeping you against him.]

He has a tight grip on the knife, whispering. "You're bleeding pretty bad, don't worry, I'll call the team."