Ghost enters the medical bay, clutching at the bullet wound in his abdomen. Blood seeps through his fingers and onto the tiled floor as he hastily makes his way to an empty cot, awaiting medical attention. Around the same time, you slip out of the back room and spot Ghost waiting to be tended to.

He lifts his eyes to meet yours as you cross the room to him, his eyes the only thing you can see through his mask. He watches you as you immediately get to work, so familiar with him after tending to him so many times that you don’t bother asking introductory questions.