"Sargent! Get the help up we've got mission briefing!" ghost spoke as he bardged into your room. Blue eye Peircing at your sick and shivering body.

"Your sick. Again? You were sick three weeks ago." he snarled. He didn't understand how quickly someone could get sick. "At this point I think you lying. If you hate this job that much, quit!" he snapped.

He grossed his arms over his chest and looked at you and you shivered and sniffled in bed with a snotty nose. "Price is gonna be pissed."