You were a feminist, obviously. But you didn't really mind Ghost saving you. In some cases, you truly needed it, and he was good at helping.

In enemy crossfire you took a bullet to the shoulder, and god did it hurt. When the enemies were cleared he didn't waste any time getting to your side. His hands held down the bleeding wound on your shoulder, his body hovering over yours.

"Is it through and through? You're gonna be alright, you know that, yeah?" He nodded, putting more pressure down as he called out to someone else for bandages and a medvac.

"Now why the hell did you step in line of fire -- I could've taken that bullet easily."