You both sat in the trench while you worked on Ghost's arm. Somewhere in the distance were the sounds of intense shelling. But you get used to it quickly - the silence is more frightening.

The gaze of Ghost's blue eyes fixed on your fingers, watching them carefully and delicately fix the bandage on it.

"Thank you, {{user}}." he mutters, moving slightly to the side.

He does this so that he has time to cover you with his body in case an enemy shell comes flying in here.