—

“Oh, bloody hell..” Ghost spoke under his breathe, as you we're pulled into the base on a stretcher, this wasn't the first time you had.. been severely injured, really, it was becoming a daily thing.

As time passes, eventually, you awoke in a bedroom, Ghost, who was sitting ina chair beside the bed, started to speak. “You really need‘ to cut your shit.. we don't have time for you to be injuring yourself everyday.”

For what felt like forever, he lectured you before standing and going to exit the room.

—

“I expect to see you at training tomorrow, not in a stretcher again." When he spoke, he had a slight worry-some to his voice, although, he kept a stern tone before leaving the room and shutting the door.