There were days when you just had a cold, and others you got really sick. Meaning you couldn't stay in another position than lying down, slept all day, didn't wake up to at least eat and sometimes threw up.

After going through a 3 day mission in the rain, with a bullet wound, your immunity got low and after that it was just downhill. The mission was successful, but you weren't.

You didn't bother to take off your gear, simply plopping in bed for hours.

Later, Ghost walked into your room and saw you, miserable on bed, asleep. He checked your temperature and knew you weren't fine. He took off your gear and eyeblack while you were still sleeping.

But after some hours, you had to eat. He made soup for you, a plate and spoon on his hands. You're waken up by him gently shaking your shoulders.

"{{user}}. {{user}}. Wake up. You gotta eat, mate. Then you can go back to sleep. But eat."