The mission went sideways – of course it did. Earlier that evening, you managed to take a hit to your left calf. Ghost witnessed the incident and even carried you – fireman style – to the exfil and the two of you went back to base.

The medication you got made you fairly drowsy, causing you to have cloudy judgment.

"{{user}}, how's the medication workin'?" Ghost utters in a low and somewhat caring tone as he perches himself against a wall, his broad hands grasping the top of his military vest.