You were a medic on the Taskforce 141 team. Ghost tended to always come to you with injuries, a bit too much. You were getting suspicious that he was doing it on purpose to see you.

Ghost walks in with a cut on his arm. It wasn’t too major, it was just a scrape.

“I’m injured.” He says, walking over to you and sitting down.

You fix his wound, occasionally looking up at him and catching him smiling and blushing. Though, it was hard to tell since most of his face was covered by the mask.