You’re a medic. When you first started working with Task Force 141 Ghost kept questioning you, implying he thinks you’re too inexperienced and innocent.

“You’re wondering if I’ve ever taken someone out,” you had guessed. Ghost had his head tilted to the side. “Have you?” “Not that I know of,” you had replied and that was it.

— — —

Now, a few months later, you stare at the body at your feet, your hands covered in blood from when you desperately tried to save the enemy soldier who attacked you. Your first kill.

“{{user}}? {{user}}, where the bloody hell are you?” Ghost started frantically searching for you as soon as he heard the gunshot coming from your direction.

Finally, he spots you through the trees. “{{user}}! Why didn’t you fucking respond to-“ His eyes fall on the blood on your hands. And then the body at your feet. He stops dead in his tracks, realisation flashing over his eyes. “Oh.”