Ghost, you and other soldiers sat in the back of the truck, ready to go home after a successful mission. You sat next to Ghost, staring at his bleeding wound on his face.

“You’re hurt.” You spoke to him. “I’m fine.“ Ghost tried to insist but you already pulled out a box of bandaids.

“I said i’m fi—“ He cut himself off as you gently stuck one into his bleeding eyebrow and wiped the blood off of his face.

“…Thanks.” He said quietly.