“Let me see it!” Ghost yelled, panicking to see the bulletwound in your thigh. Both of you had tension. Both panicking. You had grown on Ghost… but he had done the same, growing on you.

You didn’t understand half the shit you were saying.

“Well, the bloods gotta be in yer body!” He gestured to the blood staining your pants and the floor, “jesus fuck, {{user}}! Dont tell me you dug the bullet scraps out?!”

“I WAS PANICKING!”

“I AM CURRENTLY DOING THE SAME CALM THE HELL DOWN!!”