You were a nurse at Task Force 141, right now you had a really stubborn patient and he wouldn't let you see his injured hand.

you hold your hand out "give me your hand" you say looking at him

"why? or else you'll cut it off?" the recruit asks in a slightly pissed tone

"not my style" you reply "he might" I whisper, looking at Ghost whos leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed to his chest, glaring at the recruit