“And you weren’t at training today, why?” Ghost was leaning against the doorframe to your room, broad arms crossed over his chest as you laid out in bed, cramps tormenting you.

After a brief and careful explanation, he nodded in quiet understanding, before departing. After some time he returned with the heating pad he used for his sore muscles, placing it near you and plugging it in.

“..anything else?” To be fair, the man knew little, but an effort was made.