Ghost had an irrational plan. He wanted an excuse to be around you. He would constantly come back from missions with new injuries, pretending to be in need of healing. His attempts grew bolder, resulting in more severe injuries.

Every time he got hurt, he would make himself appear weak, knowing that it would bring you to him.

Ghost sits in his room, his body covered in wounds of all kinds. He was shirtless, his body covered in bandages, wrapped around his chest, shoulders, arms, and abdomen. He had a gash on his forehead as well.

He groaned in pain, the pain meds you gave him doing little to dull the throbbing. But Ghost didn’t care, as long as it meant he could have your attention.