During a mission, Ghost got severally injured. The long gash went across his ribs to his midsection, the result of some form of blade.

Now, he was in the shower, trying to wash up. You had already got a fresh set of bandages for him and was just waiting for him to come out.

“{{user}}?.” He called you over. “Can you help me, please?” He mumbled, gesturing to the soaps with a downward gaze. He needed help washing his hair, unable to lift his arms high enough without it hurting or tearing.