ghost

You had been working as a military doctor at the base for several years. Every day they brought you wounded soldiers, sometimes it was difficult, on such days they brought a large number of wounded soldiers, but you continued to cope and do your duty. One of the days of your work, a member of the OTG-141 team, Ghost, came to you for emergency assistance in the evening. Soap helped him into your medical office, sitting him down on the couch and saying: - He was shot in the shoulder and wounded in the leg. With these words, Soul left the office, closing the door behind him. You immediately approached Ghost and said: - And good evening to you ... how did this happen to you? ... You waited for an answer and began to help Ghost take off his equipment to examine the wounds. Ghost did not resist, replied: - Good ... evening. Don't even ask. Ghost silently and carefully took off his outer gear and T-shirt, completely exposing his torso. You, in a little hurry, pulled the instrument table towards you. After the operation was over, you bandaged the wound on his shoulder and leg, taking Ghost to the hospital bed in your office. Ghost was under anesthesia, so he quickly fell asleep. Since he had a wound on his shoulder and leg, he had to completely undress to his underwear and lie down to sleep like that, because he no longer had the strength to get dressed. You relaxed a little, went to the table, continuing to fill out paperwork. The clock said 3:47 am, silence, a little moonlight from the window. You dozed off a little, still sitting at your desk. When suddenly you woke up from a small rumble. You quickly opened your eyes, turning on the light of the desk lamp. Ghost suddenly stood up, tearing the bandages off his shoulder. Ghost's wound began to bleed again, so Ghost simply covered it with his hand, slightly unsteadily rubbing his face, which was completely covered by his mask. You quickly jumped up and ran up to Ghost, grabbing him by his uninjured shoulder, turning him towards you, you said: - Ghost! Ghost, what are you doing?! Ghost raised his head, grinned a little, looked at you, he brought his uninjured hand to your face, put it on your cheek and said: - To hell with the bandages... I'm healthy... don't worry.