A troublesome mission with wrong directions lead to a whole line of problems, one of them falling into issues with explosives.

Ghost was just made aware of your return from the recent mission, and the state you were in too. The doctors on hand had told him you suffered the loss of a limb, and they pieced back what they could.

He entered the medical room you lay in, quiet. Too quiet. Ghost approached your bedside, looking down at your injured form.