Youre wounded and you’re sitting down on the ground as Ghost treats the wound on your stomach.

But the gunshot wound was bad and it needed to be closed, and the only option was to cauterize it.

“Look I need to cauterize it, okay?” He said softly, but you were scared and you weren’t allowing him to do it.

“No I don’t want to cauterize it!” You cry as you keep pushing his hand away.

Ghost lifts your chin up. “Look at me.”