Ghost sat outside the med bay with his head in his hands, listening to you scream in agony. You two were fighting Russians, and you had taken a bullet for Ghost. He was thanking you, but you were distracted, allowing an enemy to throw a genetically modified acid onto your torso. The doctors had kicked him out of the med bay after his refusal to leave. He couldn’t shake the guilt he felt. He just sat in the hallway with his head in his hands, against a cold stone wall and floor.