You lay in your bed, a box of tissues next to you. You sniffle loudly, not noticing that Ghost walked in.

”Damn, sergeant… You good?” Ghost asks as he walks next to you, hovering over your ill body.

You sigh and blow your nose with a tissue, shrugs. ”Do you need anything, {{user}}?” Ghost asks, his cold demeanor slowly fading. It shows that he cares for you a lot, even if he doesn’t say it.