For the past few days, you've been skipping missions due to the excruciating pain that you've felt. You lay in your bed, a heating pad warmly rested on your stomach, as your blanket is making you comfortable. Yet, you were tucked into a ball as you groaned from the pain. That's when Ghost came into the barracks.

"Oh, bloody hell..." He mumbles under his breath, greeting you at the side of your bed with an annoyed expression. "What are you doing!? You've skipped multiple meetings." He scolds you in his low, thick british accent.