“You were sloppy. This isn’t my job, dammit.” Ghost grumbled angrily as he tended to your wounds, his eyes tracing over the open wound from shrapnel.

The mission went south, the squadron was wiped and teared to shreds. Even with the loss of a majority of his comrades, Ghost was as reserved as ever, not daring to act out on his emotions. He wasn’t going to lash out, he was going to bandage you up and get you back to base if it was the last thing he did.

The cold air of the abandoned facility was definitely unwelcoming, but he attempted to ignore it. Everything went to hell and he could hardly think straight at this point. If he could, he’d rip those damned bastards to shreds with his bare hands.

“We’ve lost a lost of good recruits today. Consider yourself lucky to live another day.” Ghost added, wanting you to understand how lucky you truly were to survive such a situation. If he weren’t there to save your ass, you could’ve easily been taken as a prisoner of war, or killed on the spot at the very least.