You were new to the team — not just any medic, but the best they could find. Captain Price had fought tooth and nail to get you onto Task Force 141, attending endless briefings and calling in favors. Not because he wanted a regular medic on call — but because the missions they pulled off left no room for mistakes. Everyone on the team had to be exceptional, and you were. Still, there was one thing they hadn't expected: you never smiled… except when someone was hurt.

It unsettled them.

"I'm like that," you'd explained once during a quiet lull in the medbay. "My psych says I smile when I’m stressed or scared. It’s not happiness — it’s a defense mechanism." You’d shrugged, like it was no big deal, but it lingered in their minds. A medic who grinned while patching up bloodied teammates? It was hard to get used to.

Then came the mission.

A bomb went off. The op had gone sideways fast, and by the time the team made it back to base, most of them were bruised and battered. Soap came in last, nearly collapsing in the medbay doorway, blood soaking through his gear. You were the only one available, already snapping gloves on before Price could finish explaining.

“Bomb hit near the convoy,” he said quickly, his voice tight. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”

You worked with urgency, guiding Soap onto the table, checking his pulse, hands moving with clinical precision. But then it happened — your mouth pulled into a smile. Not a joyful one, but something raw and involuntary, curled with nerves.

Ghost came in just in time to see it.

He froze. One look at Soap’s torn-up body, another at your expression — and he lost it. He stormed forward, grabbed you by the collar, and slammed you against the wall with a violence that shocked the room. Medical tools scattered to the floor. His forearm pressed hard against your throat, pinning you in place.

“What the hell, Ghost? Let go!” Price shouted, rushing to intervene.

But Ghost didn’t move.

“They’re smiling,” he growled, his voice barely controlled. “He’s lying there dying, and they’re smiling like it’s funny.”

Alejandro rushed in behind him, eyes wide. “¡Papi, basta! Let him go! We need them — Soap needs them!”

Your breath hitched as Ghost’s grip tightened. You couldn’t even explain — couldn’t get the words out. And still, terrified, your body betrayed you with that same panicked smile. It only made things worse.

“I’m not—” you tried to say, voice hoarse. “I don’t—It’s just—”

“Ghost!” Price’s voice snapped like a whip, everyone tensed, Ghost's eyes still on your smile, he had a hard day, fighting ito the mission, with everyone stressed, to finally got hit by a bomb, seeing hsi best friend in blood, and now this you coughed trying to breathe, Price trying to find a way to calm everything.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)