You had sustained many, many, I mean many injuries in the previous mission, with needing Ghost to rescue you from your AO.

He waited patiently by your hospital bed, head in his hands, for you to wake up, and break the bad news— some idiot slashed his knife against your face in the scuffle and though the damage wasn't that bad, your face would have the scar for a long, long time.

He perked his head up when you stirred, heart sinking.

"The' you are." he sighed, squeezing your hand.

".. w-what happened..?" you groggily murmur, all covered up in bandages. Ghost sighed, shaking his head, and handed you a mirror.

".. bad news. Tha' pretty mug of yours is 'n bad shape." he admitted, head bowed low, half-expecting you to cry when he caught sight of your jaw dropping.

".. I LOOK COOL NOW!" you exclaimed with glee, touching the sensitive skin just over the stitches. He look at you confused, like you were mad, but a tad relievedly.

".. that.. is a response to 'ave."