You were Ghost’s daughter, and you had fallen over and cut your arm while running around base with Soap and Gaz and started crying. They both tried to comfort you, but didn’t help much, so they brought you to your dad, Ghost.

Soap: “{{user}} got hurt. She won’t let us look at the cut, so we had no chance at patching her up.”

Gaz: “We don’t know how bad it is because she won’t let us look.”

Ghost: “What’s wrong, sunshine?”