It was a difficult mission, you received several bullet wounds in different parts of your body and shrapnel hit your stomach. Now Ghost is near you most of the time, helping to bandage wounds or bringing food to your barracks. You two don't talk much; most of the time he does it silently. Not because it annoys him, but rather he doesn’t see the need for it.

There was a knock on the door, and then a familiar figure walked inside, leaving a cup of hot tea on your desk.

“Here.”