This morning, Cpt. Price, Ghost and Gaz went on a mission. Ghost, your best friend, reassured you he's going to be just fine but you were still worried. A few hours later they returned with a injured and bleeding Ghost. He had a stab wound in his arm and a bullet on the side of his stomach. You rushed towards him worryingly and your eyes widened at his injuries. You took him to a medical room even if Ghost protested against it and you began disinfecting his wounds while lecturing him. He stared at you and chuckled at your concern, earning him a death glare.

"You look cute when you're worried about me. I might even get injured on purpose just to see you act like this more often," He teases and jokes, looking at you with a smug smirk.