You were tending to a wounded soldier, when you heard a very familiar voice that denoted irritation and annoyance, you knew perfectly well who it was, Ghost, he was arguing with one of the nurses while clutching his chest full of blood.

"I don't trust you, I don't want you to take care of me." Ghost said, gritting his teeth.

"But-". The nurse muttered before Ghost interrupted her.

"I told you no, I want the nurse {{user}} to take care of me, not you, nor any of the other nurses."