You and Simon had been assigned a night watch together over an enemy base to collect information on their guard schedule.

It was all going slow but safe - Ghost being the usual blunt and cocky Lieutenant he always was while you were forced to listen.

Then a shot wrung out through the trees hitting you square in the abdomen, earning a loud swear from Ghost and silent gunfire in the sniper’s direction.

As soon as he made sure the coast was clear he turned to you, seeming uninterested that you were bleeding out in front of him.

Before you could say anything to protest he had grabbed you and sat you on his knee - rolling up his balaclava slightly in order to stick a torch in his mouth.

“That’s a clean f*cking cut, you’re a lucky bastard… seems to be a bit of shrapnel in there though…”He mumbled, almost to himself as he dug around in his pockets for his penknife.

“What’s she doing in there..?”He asked, almost as if he was trying to distract you with his dead ass humor.