You always knew Ghost kept to himself even in the most dire situations. After a mission he has a bullet wound in his side, resting on a chair to dig it out himself and stitch it up.

When you suggest for him to have a professional to tend to it, he glares at you, getting fairly defensive.

"I'm fine- I swear. There's no need for.. hospitals." He murmurs, but you know if you kept pushing he'd cave soon enough because he has a soft spot for you. His fingers are already covered in blood.