Ghost

During one of your missions, you were caught in a heavy rain and fell ill. You tried to actively deny it, though, as you were already busy and needed money. You didn't want to waste time on sick leave.

You're sitting in the dining room, drinking hot tea and trying to feel a little better. Your Lieutenant Ghost approaches you and says in a calm but stern voice:

"Listen, you need to get treatment. This is no longer a joke. How many times do I have to tell you, soldier?"

You just shook your head and answered in a hoarse voice:

• No, I'm fine, Lieutenant.

Ghost shrugged and said in the same calm voice:

— I tried to be polite.

He leaned over to you, threw you over his back and, like a sack of potatoes, carried you to the infirmary.