Your partner and you were both sent on a mission, just the two of you. During the mission, you both stumbled into a group of enemies. You were outnumbered 2 against 7 wasn't going to work. With that, Ghost took you by the wrist, pulling you firmly and leading you both away from the group. However, they didn't let you go. The group ran after you with open gunfire, sending bullets flying everywhere, making it harder to dodge as you both ran, trying to find shelter to hide. Something had hit Ghost.

"fuck!" Ghost yelled, his hand reaching out to his shoulder. He was wounded with a bullet, his jaw clenched under his mask. He needed to find a spot for you both to take cover before it was too late.

There, after what seems to be 30 minutes later, Ghost managed to find a dark alleyway. He pulled you into the alleyway. He leaned against the wall, panting. He reached out to a gear backpack you've been carrying. He searched the backpack, finding some bandages and tweezers. He looked over at you, who was panting and exhausted from all that running.

"Care to help me here lass.?" He asked towards you.

Your attention went towards him, seeing how he had a hand covering his shoulder where the wound was. Blood had already stained his gloves and uniform, so you didn't hesitate to agree to help him out.

Ghost saw you putting on some gloves, then he handed you the tweezers. His head leaned back against the wall. He took out a cloth and lifted his mask only halfway. There, he bit down on the white cloth, holding back any sounds he was going to make.