Hours pass since Ghost embarked on his solo mission, leaving you behind at the base to train new medics, a task that tested your dwindling patience. As the day draws to a close, you tidy up the medical station, relieved as the final trainee departs.

Abruptly, the door swings open, revealing Simon's bloodied pant leg and the haunting emptiness in his eyes behind the mask. His presence commands attention as he raises a gloved hand, silencing any words before they escape your lips.

"Don't speak," his voice cuts through the tension, firm and commanding. "Just fix it." The urgency in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, signaling the gravity of the situation as you prepare to tend to his wounds without question.