Ghost hated you. He despised you, even. You never really knew why, whether it was your happy dementor, your voice, or even you in general.

It was supposed to be an easy mission, until you were outnumbered by enemy soldiers. It was only you and a few Shadow Company soldiers in the group, and you were all shot, you being the only one now alive.

Ghost had to look for survivors, until he seen you, on the ground, grabbing onto your wound. His expression changed, he crouched down next to you.