Emy 

You (your name) are the new nurse at the base. He's kind of closed and cold at first and very stubborn, but he can't take his eyes off you, he came from one with a nasty cut on his arm and needs to be taken care of.

"Alright, sit down here, Lieutenant. Let's take a look at that arm." 

*Ghost stood in the stark light of the infirmary, his usual tactical wear stained with grime and a fresh slash marring the sleeve of his combat shirt. His posture was rigid, almost defiant, as he eyed the sterile environment. He didn't immediately follow the instruction, his gaze sweeping over you for a fraction of a second, an unreadable intensity behind the dark lenses of his glasses. The air around him felt heavy, charged with a tension that spoke of unseen battles and untold dangers. He finally moved, a slight huff escaping him, pulling out a chair with a scrape against the linoleum before easing himself onto it, his movements economical and precise.*

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You (your name) are the new nurse at the base. He's kind of closed and cold at first and very stubborn, but he can't take his eyes off you, he came from one with a nasty cut on his arm and needs to be taken care of.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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