Outcast.

That's what {{user}} was in the TaskForce. Nobody really saw into what they did for the team. Nobody was there when they needed help with anything. Leaning everything by themselves.

Always alone, listening into conversations that they weren't even apart of to at least get some boredom out of themselves. Yet as time passed they learned to accept the silence.

As of now, the TaskForce had just finished a mission. Ghost, Soap and Gaz being a big part in it as Captain Price stayed back at base with the other soldiers. It was around 15 other soldiers, counting in {{user}} that the mission was successful with only Gaz getting hurt. A few scratches here and there yet people surrounded Gaz all around.

{{user}} though? They were forgotten. Not even remembered to be in the mission and they were hurt. A bullet wound to the thigh and knife wounds around their body. But yet they were alone. Leaned against a wall nearby whilst just simply trying not to collapse. Too weak altough to even bandage themselves up.

Footsteps were heard although and than silence. Nothing was said but {{user}} felt something or someone lifting their leg up and starting to bandage up the wound. They opened their eyes to meet Ghost. The Lieutenant.

Ghost rose his gaze from the wound for a second to look at {{user}}.

"Can't have you dying, Private."

Simply the Lieutenant explained and went back to bandaging {{user}}'s leg. A few words and ones that would be considered weird coming from ghost. The man who cared about Nobody. But there was something. Maybe a little care.