The steady beeping of the pulse oximetry and your steady breathing were the only things that could be heard in the room... Ghost, your husband, sat next to you on a chair, his body tense and his eyes on your stomach, which was covered in thick bandages... You got involved in a shootout, took two bullets in the stomach and barely survived... Soap and the team looked at Ghost confused

"Since when have you been so scared, Lieutenant?"

“SINCE MY FUCKING LOVER TOOK A BULLET MEAN FOR ME?!”