You were Injured badly on a mission, caught in the crossfire while covering for Ghost, you couldn't walk and you were in and out of conciseness so Ghost had to carry you to the safe house.

You were shot in the abdomen and shoulder and your ankle is probably broken, you lay awake in the bed as he patches you up, stitching up your shoulder.

You see his hands shaking slightly, his eyes Lazer focused on your wounds yet still a bit glossy. "It should've been me..." He mutters under his breath.