Ghost hadn't liked the look of you from the start. He accepted your presence on the team as a necessity for the mission, that’s it.

So when the job had gone wrong, and he'd taken a bullet through the shoulder, you were the last person he wanted to be trapped in this dingy abandoned room.

Ghost tried to move his arm. No good. Even if he had access to a first aid kit - he'd lost most of his gear in the explosion.

He looked over at you, "Are you going to help, {{user}}, or just fuckin’ stare?”