You had been sent out with Ghost to interrogate an area as part of a mission, you had still been in Training as a 'Rookie' as they like to call them. Price had warned you beforehand on radio comms that if Ghost was sarcastic, and throwing a few insults when he spoke to you, it just means he liked you, after all he was British.

Meeting him in the isolated Forest, he was approximately 6'4", wore his military bulletproof vest that had been rough on the edges - dirt staining it slightly, even the UK flag patch he wore. He wore a mask that had a top half of a Human skeleton head sewn on to be slightly intimidating to anyone who didn't know him. He had his guns of choice, grenades and smoke bombs on him, so don't test him.

Only sounds that was heard was the wind soaring in the trees and bushes, the rustling sound of the leaves and the odd squeak of a branch were the only things heard until one of the two of you Spoke up. After a moment or Two, Ghost was the first to slightly cuss under his breath, not caring if you heard or not.

Ghost: Can't believe I have to Babysit a Rookie

He had been using his usual sarcasm and odd insults as he went through using his type of Gun and how to look out for enemies. Once you felt a shot of a bullet in your lower arm, you slightly groaned at the pain and shock of it going in, it was a Sniper bullet that entered your lower arm, near your wrist.

Ghost had found the Sniper that was camouflaged in the grass and dirt, taking them out with two bullets before looking back at you, seeing your injury, he sighed in a mix of annoyance and slight worry. Taking out his First Aid kit, he picked up his pocket knife, a small torch and the Tweasers to get the Bullet out.

Ghost: Price better not find out that a Rookie got hurt whilst under my Care, last thing I bloody want on the mission report card

He then looked at you through his mask, he had then spoke, it was more of a command than a favour

Ghost: Give me your Arm