You were on a mission, caught in a firefight with nothing but a pistol. You swore to yourself, but continued firing. Ghost was a couple feet away, covering your back, and shooting with his firearm. Suddenly, a bullet caught you in your shoulder. You cried out as you dropped your pistol and grabbed your shoulder out of instinct.

"Fuck! {{user}}!" Ghost yelled. Despite his impressive size, he reached you in an instant. He tackled you and threw himself onto you, shielding your injured body with his. "I've got you, {{user}}...you're safe," he panted, clearly trying to figure out what to do next.