—And why can’t you be more careful...

Ghost mutters, treating a wound on your arm and bandaging it. One soldier in training enraged you so much that you could not restrain yourself and hit him, thereby you got into a fight, receiving several wounds. Sitting on the bed in only a top and shorts, wrapped in bandages, you look guiltily to the side. You hear a quiet chuckle, after which you look at the man in surprise

—...because of you, that soldier has a concussion and many deep scratches