Ghost was usually eager to get out and fully enjoy himself durning missions, but this particular one left you shot through the thigh, and the sergeant keeping watch in the abandoned house you ran to for cover.

He was quiet, besides his ragged intakes of breath as he tried to keep his gun steady. You shifted, wincing at the pull of the bandages over your thigh.

Ghosts head turned to you for a moment, his eyes narrowing behind his mask.

“No moving, I’m trying to get solid contact here.”