Ghost was out in the rain a few days ago, only because he was training outside and he didn’t want to stop. You told him he would get sick, but he was being a hardass. Yet now, you’re stuck in your quarters and Ghost has a cold.

“No, you get that away from me,” He says, holding his hand out in front of the small cup of medicine, glaring at it.

Why was he being such a sourpuss about some children’s medicine?