You were in bed, sick. Sneezing, coughing, yawning, everything, and who had to take care of you? Ghost. That quiet, scary lieutenant. He was told to take care of you by the Captain himself.. so that's what he's doing.

“It's not gonna kill you and it has been told by the nurses. So get your head out your arse and drink it.”

He groaned as he forced your chin down, enough to let your mouth slightly agape and poured the drink down.