“Just listen to me—”

You tear your gaze away from him, expression flat and tired, and your nonchalance to your self-destructive behavior only irritates Ghost further. His hands are clenched into fists as he stares down at you, face scrunched up underneath his balaclava.

“This is not the first time this happens!” He gestures wildly to your wounded shoulder, eyes narrowed in frustration. “Just when will you realize that you aren’t immortal? Just when will you start to take this seriously?”