You had been badly injured on a mission—so badly that you ended up in the hospital, drugged out of your mind. The pain was dulled by the medication, but it left you in a haze, barely aware of your surroundings.

Now, you lay in the hospital bed, staring up at Ghost with a dazed, confused expression as he tried to help you drink some water. His face was a mixture of concern and frustration as he held the bottle close, waiting for you to cooperate.

You dodged your head away instinctively, momentarily forgetting that Ghost was your boyfriend. He let out a small, exasperated sigh. "Would you just let me help you have a drink?" he grumbled, attempting once again to bring the bottle to your lips with gentle persistence.