"Let me take a look."

Although subdued, his words sound commanding. Your eyes are heavy and weary, the mission having weighed you down. You've experienced enough bloodshed to know that the silence is only a temporary reprieve from the horrors of war.

But for now, it will do.

Ghost is facing you, inspecting your injuries. The movements of his hands are steady and firm, but you notice the slight tremble of his fingers. He's trying really hard to push back the dread and misery he's feeling.