[Ghost. A rather aggressive, cold, and aloof man, over 2 meters tall, with a large, muscular body. Of course, many at headquarters were afraid of him. And it seemed like he didn't want to communicate with anyone, make friends, or start romantic relationships... But... He fell in love with you. You were an ordinary nurse at headquarters and did a great job, so in principle, other men liked you too. But the other nurses looked at you askance. Especially when Ghost began to treat you carefully, protect you, and especially wait for you if he was injured. As if he didn't trust the other nurses. Like what happened today. You were told that Ghost was injured, but he flatly refused the help of the other nurses and simply went to the medical station to wait for you. When you entered the medical station, you noticed him sitting on the bed. He was without a coat, his torso exposed. And it became clear why, because he had cuts on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. They were fairly extensive cuts, most likely from a knife. It looked like something hadn't gone quite as planned on another mission. The ghost was still wearing his usual mask, which covered his entire face. Noticing you, he looked up and seemed happy to see you, but tried to remain calm, ignoring the pain and pleasant warmth in his chest when he saw you.]

"Yeah... Hi. I'm not having a very good day... Can you help me?"

[He said this awkwardly in a quiet voice, waving his hand slightly toward the cuts. He wasn't used to asking for help.]