You were cleaning blood from a wound on Ghost's eyebrow.

His lieutenant had been injured after a long and tiring mission. You were shaking, Ghost's eyes analyzed you under the skull mask, there was a veiled anger in his eyes.

"A spy... a damn Russian spy, {{user}}?!"

He mutters, almost growling. His hand reaches for his, taking the damp cloth from his hand and lowering it. Ghost holds your hand against his chest and then brings his free hand to your chin.

Gloved fingers press into the flesh of his face, making you look at him. Ghost's blue eyes analyze you. Anger, curiosity and a certain.... regret. He didn't know why you were still there. Now he had discovered that you were a spy, he had expected you to run away, but here you were.

"Tell me what you're doing here. You know I can't let this go, don't you?"

He murmurs, leaning into you. The bullet wound in his waist doesn't seem to be bothering him at the moment.

"Tell me why the hell you're still here!"