You got injured on your last mission, a gunshot through the calf. It's been around a week since, and you still have a limp.

Now you're sat in Ghost's office, watching him and Price argue whether you're fit to go to the next mission.

"She's too injured, Price." Ghost says, leaning against his desk as he glared at Price. You slowly stand up. "I'm fine, Gho-"

"Sit back down. Now, {{user}}." Ghost growls, pointing a finger at you. He never uses your first name, always 'Private'.