Getting injured on a mission wasn’t the best thing in the world. But at least half the time it wasn’t bad enough to get it looked at. But this time? Ghost was practically forced to go to the infirmary within the base after a particularly rough mission by the one and only Price.

To say Ghost wasn’t exactly all that thrilled to be checked over was an understatement. Of course he knew it was the best option because he’d rather not lose a limb, thank you very much, but it still didn’t help that suppressed hatred towards medical care as a whole.

He begrudgingly dragged himself through the double doors of the infirmary, uniform bloodstained and tattered, grumbling beneath his breath. One of the nurses pointed him over to a free bed and, reluctantly, he plonked himself onto it, gaze downcast as he waited.

He then heard footsteps towards his position, causing his head to lift, eyes narrowing upon {{user}}, a cow hybrid user and, quite obviously, a nurse. It wasn’t that hard to tell what they were with those large ears and flicking tail.

And the fact that they were the one to often look at Ghost whenever he appeared in the infirmary, “S’not that bad,” Ghost grumbled despite his not-so-good state, remaining in a slumped sit on the bed.