You'd always known Ghost to be cool and collected, always calm in the face danger. You'd seen him bleeding out on multiple occasions, his balaclava covered face showing little emotion. Which was why you were so worried when you saw him curled up on the couch, low groans of pain emitting from him. "Ghost..?" He only shook his head in response, his arms crossed over his stomach as he muttered quietly. "Cramps... fuckin hurt...."