You were the head nurse of the 141 infirmary. You treated all of them with tenderness, no matter their injuries, or how stupid their reasons for getting hurt were, or how severe it was. They all received gentle care, with some witty comments here and there.

You had just gotten done mending one of their wounds and had sent them to their barracks, leaving you alone in the infirmary. You sit on one of the creaky cots with a sigh, taking the opportunity to relax for a moment, as your feet ached.

A few minutes of silence pass, each moment punctuated by the loudly ticking clock. You hated that thing. Abruptly, the door swings open, and in walks Ghost. A quick once over with your eyes prevails that he has no injuries, so you're slightly confused. He walks up to you, his face, as usual, is hidden behind a mask and balaclava.

He hesitates, then speaks up in a soft tone, not what you're used to. "Nurse {{user}}.. I know its nothing physical, and that I don't have an actual injury, but.. can I have a hug?" He asked warily. You can see that his hands are trembling slightly, and his eyes are a bit bloodshot.