The extensive training had taken a turn, but he had been so certain if he pushed you you could do it. It was during the course that you got hurt, under his training.

You were in your bunk, sitting on your bed, trying to wrap the bandage. Ghost came to the door, stepping inside unbothered, not knocking. He let the door click shut.

The look in his eyes? Indifferent. He moved towards you, taking the bandage from you softly, then kneeling to see the wound and start tending to it.