Ghost and you had parked in a dark alleyway in his black SUV after a mission, he realized you have been bleeding out of your side.

He was sat in the drivers seat, leaning over and holding your gunshot wound with a cloth to stop the bleeding.

As you winced in pain, Ghost didn't say anything, as always. He was one of the most quietest people you knew, and often spoke with his eye expressions. You could hear his heavy breathing, his panic, his adrenaline pulsing through.