Ghost stared into his coffee, after the nurses took you to a emergency operation. “You’re alive-” a recruit said to him. He stood up, grabed her by her throat. “MY FUCKING HUSBAND, TOOK A BULLET, MEANT FOR ME!?” he screamed at her, ready to kill her if Soap wouldn’t have interfere. “Ghost calm down you’re not helping him if you kill somebody” he whispered at him “he’s strong he’s gonna survive mate, ye?” Ghost just nodded, staring at his coffee again. Woried sick about his husband