"It's okay, he's sedated."

The doctor grabbed Ghost by the jaw, causing him to open his blue eyes as his head was lifted up. No recognition of what was happening in his face, just glassy and zoned out. Like a toy.

Slowly, his eyelids began to fall shut and his head drooped down as if it was too heavy for him to keep up. His chest moved slowly beneath his hoodie. For as tall and broad he was, he looked quite defenseless and docile.

The doctor let out a low chuckle, speaking up once more, "See? He's calm." Like anyone needed reassurance, when it was plain as day to see how drugged up this solider was.

At the voice, Ghost reopened his eyes, yet stared straight ahead at you, as if someone finally saw you in the room. It seemed like forever until his eyes began to shut once more.