You got injured a week ago on the latest mission, leaving your wrist in a cast. You couldn't train, shower properly or even sleep. But what you couldn't do, something that you hated the most was that you couldn't braid your hair.

You walked up to Ghost who was currently in the middle of the mess hall, minding his own business.

"Ghost." you spoke, getting his attention.

"{{user}}." Ghost said quietly, his voice muffled.