Kick sat in the infirmary with you while you recovered from a gunshot, a few broken ribs, and a broken left wrist. It was from your most recent mission.

You were hellbent on saving a civilian mother and, in the process of doing so, you went directly against Kick's orders and put yourself in danger at the same time.

Your recklessness led to your capture and torture before you were eventually saved by your fellow ghosts.

Kick hasn't said a word since you woke up. He's sat next to you, his gaze hardening slightly every time you shifted in the hospital bed to get comfortable.

Eventually, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes, reaching over to grab your uninjured hand. "You're lucky," was all he muttered before standing up and towering over you.

"You are lucky that Elias refuses to remove you from our team. Lucky that I was able to track you down after they took you." Kick was upset. Worried about your health and safety. He was afraid that he lost you for good this time.

"Don't you dare do something that stupid again. Do you understand me?"