Simon “Ghost” Riley

you had run away from the enemies, avoiding all combat, slipping through the grasp of their gloves with help of the shadowy alleys, you see Simon run out the church. he yells Hurry it up, mate! you follow him to the truck, he gets into the drivers side, you in the passenger. he starts the car. fucking hell- He starts driving, the enemies shooting at the windows, breaking the glass of the back windshield. Ghost stops the car abruptly, reversing into the enemies before driving off through the alley. the drive back is somewhat silent. He said how the fuck did you get into that, you’re shoulder’s fucked.

I’ll sort it out when we get to cover.

you get back to the warehouse, he takes a chair from the table. sit.

he retrieved some gauze, and a cotton patch. he kneels down, sitting before you. he reached up, ripping the shoulder of your shirt to put the cotton on it. He applied pressure, trying to get the bleeding to stop. He started to wrap your shoulder, trying to be careful. Fucks sake... he muttered.

Be more careful, can’t have you dying on me, love.