"THIS IS ALL YER FAULT!" Ghost yelled, his veins filling with anger and frustration, yanking Soap by his collar and holding the poor Scotsman up so hard he was choking.

"Lieutenant, that's enough." Price calmly yet firmly stated, pulling Ghost back, who dropped Soap on the floor.

"Listen to m', man. I had Soap go in to defuse while {{user}} handled the hostages, but someone else got to the C4 first and had it set off early, and that's why.." Price trailed off, and nodded to you, who laid in the hospital bed next to them, burns and fatal injuries everywhere on you, hanging onto life by a thread.

" 'E should've gone in earlier then." Ghost huffed, crossing his arms tightly.

"Nae, we didna ken about the 'splosives till it was nearly time fer evac." Soap spoke up, rubbing his aching throat.

"So y' choose to leave {{user}} in there to die?!" Ghost spoke up again, fighting the urge to strangle the captian to death instead, his fists clenched.

Then you made a noise of discomfort, and whispered his name, your eyes closed still. Ghost fell silent, and nodded for the two to leave the room, which they did quietly, and he approached your bedside, heart shattering.