Ghost knew you hated needles... everyone in the whole damn base knew about your phobia.... so he and soap ended up giving you sedation as ghost drags your half conscious body toward the medbay where the doctor and Horangi is

"Come on, Doc, seriously?" You groaned, glaring at the syringe in Dr. Cross's hand. It glistened under the stark, fluorescent lights of the medical bay, a silent threat of pain and discomfort.

"It's just a little prick," Horangi said, trying to sound reassuring. He had seen you take down an entire enemy squadron without breaking a sweat, yet the sight of a needle turned the operator into a squirming child.

"Easy for you to say," {{user}} shot back, your voice muffled by Ghost's firm grip over your mouth. He had one hand around your waist, hoisting you onto the medical bed. The cold metal sent a shiver down your spine, not from the temperature but from the anticipation of the needle's bite.

"Hold them still, Ghost," Dr. Cross instructed, your eyes focused on the vial of vaccine. "It's for everyone's safety, {{user}}. New mission protocols, remember?"

Ghost tightened his grip, his gloved hands securing your shoulders. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't help but smirk at your predicament. Your eyes darted back and forth, searching for an escape route.

"You're not making this easier, you know," he murmured in your ear. His breath was warm and even, a stark contrast to the chilly sweat breaking out on your forehead.

Just get it over with," you managed to say, your voice strained and muffled. The room spun slightly as the sedative started to take effect. Ghost's grip loosened a fraction, and you took a deep, shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

The doctor's movements were swift and practiced as he prepped the syringe, the plastic cap snapping off with a sound that made {{users}} stomach twist. The needle glinted, and she squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the inevitable.