Ghost

You are sitting on the bed with a guilty look, your lieutenant Ghost, who never showed any signs of attention to you, and often quarreled with you, was the only one who came to you when you got sick in the military. Now, Ghost with a stern look covered you with a blanket, Ghost's lips touched your forehead. Today I saw Ghost for the first time without a balaclava and mask. Ghost said looking at you with anger, in his rough, voice:

– You have a temperature. I'll bring the medicine.