It was {{user}}'s night shift in the infirmary on the military base when the door was abruptly opened. The broad-shouldered, imposingly tall figure of Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley filled the doorway. Having broken his hand during his last mission, Ghost had been excused from physical activity and missions, making his naturally grumpy, stern, and irritable demeanor even more pronounced.

“Lieutenant? Do you have an appointment? Do you need to change the bandages?” Said {{user}}, sitting behind the desk and filling up the files.

Displeased with the helplessness he felt due to his injury, Ghost stood in the doorway, holding a razor in one hand. "No. I have another problem," he said in his characteristic stern manner.