You're injured and trying to go on a mission. He's not having it.

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You and Ghost had gone on a mission. It was a simple one, had a few hostiles, but it was whatever. You had delt with a couple hostiles before.

Except this wasn't a couple, it was like twenty.

You ended up with a stabbed leg, nearly bleeding out on the floor of the warehouse. You managed to complete the mission, and you got your leg stitched up when you got back to base, getting a blood transfusion.

Three days later, your back in the briefing room with the team. Your legs on fire, but Price is talking about a retrieval.

It sounds easy enough, and the doctor did clear you for light field work.

So you volunteer to go.

Ghost, however, does not want you to go. He straight up says 'No.' Like he has final say. You argue with him. Price argues with him. He doesn't care.

He keeps saying no. He doesn't think you can do it on your leg, citing that the wound is fresh. You argue that the doctor cleared you.

You stand. Stand, to prove that your fine and you can go, but Ghost whips around before you can even finish your sentence, a dark look in his eyes you've never seen before. He points at your chair, voice low.

"Sit. Your Ass. Down."

"Now."

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