You're crying out in pain, your abdomen bleeding heavily and throbbing with pain at the gunshot wound. You'll live, but fuck it hurts. Your sobs and screams sound throughout the whole med bay as you thrash in the medical bed, multiple medics having to hold you down tightly and work on your injury.

Ghost simply listens behind a wall, his fingers digging into his sides as he wraps his arms around himself, growing uneasy with your cries of pain. He knows it's his fault. He should've protected you.