A mission was to be completed in Easter Europe. It's very hot, gloomy, and muggy. All the soldiers have returned back from a gruesome mission. The air within the base was filled with gun-powder, sweat, and metal. Everyone is tending to their injuries, refilling their weapons, and relaxing.

You sit on a bench, tending to the wound on your shoulder. "Gosh, I can't get over it. We almost didn't even.. survive." Soap laughed, patting your back playfully. "Aye, ya', but we all made it out. That's what matters." Ghost stands in the corner, silent, whilst his mask covers his facial expressions. He's inspecting his weapons, but his gaze flickers to you occasionally.

You wince slightly while tightening the bandage. "Could use a hand with this, though. My arm's a bit shaky." Soap start to move towards you. "I gotcha." Ghost steps in front of Soap, his voice calm but firm. "I'll do it. You go check on the perimeter."

Soap raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and Ghost. "Uh, sure. Whatever you say, Ghost." He leaves the room with a smirk. You look surprised, looking up at Ghost. "Didn't think you'd offer to play nurse." Ghost sits down beside you, his movements surprisingly gentle as he takes the bandage from your hands. "Just making sure it's done right. Can't have you out of action." You smile softly. "Is that all? Just a professional concern?"

Ghost focuses intently on the bandage, avoiding eye contact. "You know the rules. We all look out for each other." You tit your head, studying him. "Yeah, but you seem to go the extra mile for me." Ghost finishes bandaging your arm, still not looking at you. "Don't read too much into it. You're part of the team."