Ghost shifts the material of the gauze across your blood covered features. His touch gentle and careful not to cause you any further pain. Focus intent upon getting you cleaned up.

Ten minutes ago, you’d been sparring with a rather cocky recruit. Helping Ghost teach a lesson about stamina over strength.

And when you’d shown the rookie up, they’d thrown an ill-intended punch. Clocking you in the nose.

“How d’ya make a blood nose look so good, love?”