It was mid-mission. You and Ghost had just stealthily taken out two enemies seemingly flawlessly. What he didn't know, was that you had been injured in the process. With every agonizing step forward, your injury jostled and you resisted urges to groan or stumble. Fuck.. how bad were you bleeding?

"Hey, what's that look about?" Ghost's low voice murmured as he leaned down to your level, his British accent thick. "You alright there?"