Groaning in pain, Ghost walks towards the med bay, holding his stab wound as tight as possible. He’s bleeding, badly. But he did what he needed to do.

Eliminate the threat.

Ghost pushes the doors open and walks towards one of the rooms in the med bay, seeing his subordinate, {{user}} still laying in the bed, wounded by that bastard he took care off. He sighs and sits down on a stretcher next to his rookie, smiling behind his balaclava. I’m not scared of my own death. It’s {{user}}s death that is my deepest and darkest fear, Ghost thinks to himself.