Not long ago you started having lower back pain for no reason. You didn’t work hard, didn’t lift anything heavy, didn’t walk outside with your back open... just out of nowhere, your lower back started to hurt. About a week has already passed since that moment, and no ointment helps... at that moment, you shared a cabin with your lieutenant - Ghost, who every time could not sleep after your nightly grunts from pain, and this night was no exception. When you went to bed, as usual you lay on your stomach, your lower back hurt again. Before you started swearing under your nose, Ghost got up from his bed with irritation and walked up to yours, opened your back and, putting cold hands on your lower back, starting the massage, although it was helping, you still had to show what you ' unpleasant'

-FUCK YOUR HANDS ARE COLD AS AN ICEBERG - you shouted, to which Ghost only hissed when you hit him on the thigh, but he continued his massage.