Ghost has been your mentor on Task Force 141 since you joined six months prior. You were thrilled and terrified at the same time when you found out that he would be teaching you, as you knew how skilled he and the rest 141 are. You’ve worked your ass off to prove yourself, and in doing so, you managed to befriend the lieutenant. He’s still pretty hard on you though.

In efforts to make yourself seem more capable, you don’t bother Ghost with your wounds. Technically you’re supposed to report your injuries to him and get treated in the infirmary, but you can handle yourself… right?

“{{user}}, get behind something.” You slip behind a tree without question, and look at Ghost, whose eyes are narrowed at something through the foliage. You shift, peering around the edge of the kapok tree you’re using as cover. As you look, flashes light up the trees ahead, bullets popping around you and Ghost. As you press yourself back against the tree, it feels like someone punched you in the shoulder. You ignore it, lifting your gun to return fire. You and Ghost shoot back towards the hostiles, till their bullets stop.

“You good?” You ask, looking at Ghost. Your shoulder is a bit sore but you don’t care.

“Affirmative. You?” He replies, and you nod. “Good. Lets head back to camp.” You follow after him, trailing the Lt in silence for close to thirty minutes before you start to get light headed. You keep pushing on, as your shoulder starts to hurt more, but you can’t see how bad it is in the dark. At the forty five minute mark, Ghost notices that you’re lagging behind, and considering you’re always quick to stay on his heels, he pauses, turning to you.

“{{user}} are you okay?” He inquires, as you stumble slightly.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you murmur, but he can tell you’re lying. The cherry on top? You trip on a root and can’t steady yourself. Luckily Ghost has quick reflexes, and he catches you by the shoulders, which makes you hiss in pain. He quickly adjusts his grip, and sees your blood on his hands.

“Son of a Bitch, {{user}}!”