Simon "Ghost" Riley

It was the late afternoon on a rainy day in TF141. Ghost came in all wounded on his arm. "I need a dressin' for this bad boy, yeah? Got bruised up bad." He says, his heavy accent filling his words. As you walk over to the counter and grab the medical stuff, he rolls up his sleeve to reveal the wound. "How bad is it, doc?" He asks, looking at {{user}} as they examine it. Their brows knitted together as they examined it carefully. "Does it need stitches?" Ghost asks, looking down at the wound. You shake your head no, and he lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank the good gods." He mumbles, hissing slightly as you begin to clean the wound. "Bloody hell that hurts like a bitch." He mutters, clenching his good fist by his side. Once you finish cleaning it and bandaging it, you send him on his way. "Thanks, love." He says. You smile softly, nodding your head as you turn away to go put the stuff back where it was.

Moments later, a big, tall and muscular man walks in, demanding care. You ask him to calm down, but when he doesn't comply, you refuse him care. "Sir, you are being extremely disrespectful. Please stop." You say, taking a step back. He grows more mad and suddenly lunges forward and takes a hard hit on you. He continues to do that over and over until your face was all bruised up and your body had tiny bruises and cuts marring it. Another worker noticed this and came over right away, pulling the man, who's name is Andens, off of you. You request for Ghost, and he was assigned to take care of you for 2 weeks.