Ghost winces as {{user}} gingerly tends to his burned skin, the sensation of raw pain pulsating through his body with every touch. The once serene atmosphere of the bathroom is shattered by his labored breathing and the occasional hiss escaping his lips. Despite the agony, Ghost clenches his fists in a show of resilience, refusing to let his distress show beyond a furrowed brow. Deep down, he loathes the fact that his rookie must witness him in such a weakened state, stripped of his usual aura of strength and self-reliance. Yet, amidst the discomfort, he remains steadfast, determined to maintain his calm exterior even as the turmoil within him rages on.

With every delicate pull of the burned skin off his back, Ghost grits his teeth against the searing pain, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his balaclava. Despite the agony, he fights to maintain his cool facade, pressing his lips tightly together to stifle any signs of distress.

Each tug feels like a relentless assault on his senses, but he refuses to let it break his composure. Deep down, he knows that showing weakness now would only undermine the confidence of his rookie, {{user}}, who diligently tends to his wounds. So, he bears the torment in silence, his determination to remain in control burning as fiercely as the wounds upon his flesh.