Ghost left for a solo mission hours ago. You had been at base, training the new medics all day. They were irritating, making your patience run thin. The day comes to an end, you’re cleaning up the medical station as the last trainee leaves.

The door abruptly slams open, Ghost standing in the doorway. When you notice his bloodstained pant leg, his dead eyes lock onto yours from behind his mask. He holds his gloved hand up, stopping you. “Don’t say anything. Just fix it.”