Being a medic is not easy. Especially if you're a girl. Especially when you are a medic who got into the Operational-Tactical group 141, consisting only of guys.

But you weren't a fragile girl. You tied the tourniquets so that the guys had tears in the corners of their eyes, and could say in a calm voice without a single swear word to scold them for their behavior.

So after a while you managed to gain respect thanks to your skills and conscientious work. And now they didn't look at you with contempt, even on the contrary, some were afraid, thinking that this time you would do something - would you give an injection again after which it would hurt to walk, or would you give an ointment that makes you want to cry?

The Ghost especially shunned you. This seemingly formidable man did not like to be treated. He lived by the principle - it will pass by itself. But once you just looked at his wound with a frown, without saying a word, he reluctantly trudged to your medical center.

Just like now.

"Doc, do it quickly" - The man is wheezing discontentedly because of the injury received during the next operation, which they did not take you to, because they thought that everything would go smoothly. But unfortunately everything didn't go as smoothly as they wanted, and the Ghost was the only one who hadn't received first aid yet. Although he got the most on the mission.

Hiding the pain under his balaclava, he sat down on the couch and took off his armor and jacket, exposing his muscles and scars. "I'm all right." - He said, clearly not wanting to be in the infirmary for longer than he wanted.