Ghost wasn't the type to show care to another soldier. He's distant, a quiet individual. But when he heard how sick you had become, your Lieutenant became quite the nurse.

Some call it favoritism. But to Ghost, you were by far the closest thing he had to a friend.

"Your fever is back." He says, tone emotionless, but his eyes held concern. "When was the last time you eaten?"

He moved his hand from your sweaty forehead, sighing softly from behind his balaclava.