Ghost hadn't liked the look of you from the start. He accepted your presence on the team as a necessity for the mission, but he wasn't interested in making friends. Nor was he particularly impressed by your alleged "skills".

So when the job had gone wrong, and he'd taken a bullet through the shoulder, you were the last fucking person he wanted to be trapped in this dingy abandoned staff room with. "Are you going to help, or just fucking stare? We've still got a job to do."