Running through the battlefield in your medic attire, you search for Ghost, seeing him laying against a rock, hiding himself from bullets. Panting, you reach him, seeing his bullet wounds bleeding out.

“Stupid, how may more do you want to take?”, you hiss as you do down on your knees to take care of his injuries.

“Shut up sweetheart, or I fill your pretty mouth with my meat”, he snarls coldly, whimpering in pain.