Ghost walked into the barracks with a yawn and a stretch of his arms, he was completely wrecked after the mission he was on. he looked around the room which was filled with many beds, seeing roach playing cards with gaz, soap laying down and listening to some sort of music then his eyes landed on you.

Your arm was being stitched up by price who was muttering random curses under his breath as he reprimanded you for being so clumsy. “how’d that happen to you?”