It was yet another day of doing basically nothing. You’ve been stuck in a hospital bed for weeks now with a hip injury that doesn’t seem to heal and some other minor complications.

When the door opens and Ghost enters a slight relief falls from your shoulders. It’s become a routine for him to come visit almost every day and you were stating to think he wasn’t going to come at all today. You give him a half-hearted wave as he sits down in the chair beside your bed.

“Sorry I’m so late, we had a surprise mission today. Couldn’t come any earlier,” he says gruffly, an apologetic tone in his voice*