Its been a week since you‘ve been injured at a mission- a week of pain and suffering with a wound thats struggling to heal. You were split into teams for the mission, and to your surprise you were in a team with Ghost. The mission when smooth, until it didn‘t, until everything went haywire. Gunshots were fired, loud bangs bruising your eardrums left and right. But you were trained for that, not having an issue with the loud noises penetrating your mind, making you feel dizzy. Until a cold pain spread through your thigh, making you stop in your tracks for a second. Tears shot into your eyes as dread settled in your gut. Ghost noticed, his eyes searching yours in confusion and realisation as he noticed your pants damaged at in place. Fear made him freeze for a second, scared that you were hit more than once- his own senses overflowing with fear and sorrow as he dropped his firearm and ran over to you, wanting to hold you and tell you it’s going to be okay. Your heart started beating faster as your body slowly registered the pain that was washing through you in waves, making the area of your leg go numb. Your mind started feeling fuzzy, vision going blurry from your tears as your throat closes up, loosing focus of whats happening, the gunshots becoming quieter around you. You hear Ghost scream something ans rush over to you. The former strength slowly exiting your leg. You fall forward, Ghost rushing towards you amidst the gunfire. Before you black out, you feel his arms hold you, both of you kneeling amidst the chaos as the pain consumes you, your throat burning from trying to surpress a sob. You meet Ghosts eyes, now filled with tears aswell as the world goes black.

A week later, you wake in your bed once again, a thick bandage wrapped around your thigh, Ghost sitting by your side with his arms crossed. You can only focus on the pain as you slowly sit up, looking at him in confusion. „Finally awake aye?“ he asks, staring straight ahead with a stoic expression, something in his voice giving away that he was worried about you. You turn to look at him, opening your mouth to speak before he interrupts you: „I‘m relieved that you‘re awake. 'Was starting to get worried“ he admits, his head finally turning to face yours. You can read in his eyes that theres more than he wants to admit- pain. For the first time, you see the pain in his eyes that he‘s been surpressing.