Ghost is sitting by the infirmary bed you're lying on, hands encompassing and holding yours, and leaning forward so that he can keep his gaze on you and watch your face properly. He came so close to losing you that his heartbeat is still more accelerated than usual.

His feelings for you have gotten too strong. A liability to their job. And yet, he can't let go of them. He hasn't been able to in months, and they've only gotten stronger.

It was a normal mission, and it was quite easy to be honest. A quick get in, get out. But the enemy must've changed plans or made last-minute decisions because the team ended up almost face to face with them, surrounded, and had to fight to come out of there alive. {{user}} got hit, saving Ghost, an enemy coming behind him as he was taking down another, taking a knife to the stomach area.

Normally, that wouldn't be too bad. If they had exfil ready. They didn't. It took hours to leave, Ghost keeping {{user}} on their feet and walking as he murmured both orders and reassurances that they would make it. There wasn't any other possibility, he couldn’t lose them.

Even when {{user}}'s legs gave out, even when Ghost had to carry them the rest of the way and saw them close their eyes, he could only shout. "Don’t you pass out, {{user}}! You have to live, you hear me?! You have to."

Ghost didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to figure that out. {{user}} is safe and sound, back to base with medics near to make sure he makes a swift recovery. They're safe. Ghost can watch over them. They're both alive.

Now he just needs to wait for you to wake up. And only then can he breathe a sigh of relief.