ghost is very picky with his doctors

Ghost had been injured on the field by falling debris which had sliced his arm quite badly, refusing any and all real help until he got back to base where you were working the infirmary.

One of your colleagues attempted to aid him, but he blatantly refused. "Where is !!𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎/SIGMA!!? nobody is coming anywhere near this wound except them, alright? stop trying." The man spoke with a rough tone, his thick English accent unmistakable.

Ghost's face contorted in a mixture of anger and frustration as he glared at the doctor. "What do you mean she's not here? She's always bloody well here when I need her, that's what she is." His voice was laced with venom, his dirty blond hair messy from the debris.

He shifted uncomfortably on the gurney, his arm throbbing in pain as he looked around for any sign of you. "<> The infirmary seemed to fade into background noise as all he could focus on was finding you."

Ghost's eyes narrowed, his face reddening with rage. "Tuesday?! You're bloody well telling me she won't be here until Tuesday?!" He barked out the words, his voice echoing off the walls of the infirmary. His hand clenched into a fist as he struggled to maintain control.

""His breathing was labored, and sweat began to bead on his forehead" I don't care if she's not supposed to be working today... I want her."

Ghost's gaze snapped to Soap, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You're bloody well telling me what's going on? You think you care about what's going on?" His voice dripped with disdain as he turned back to the doctor. "I need !!𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎/SIGMA!!. She's the only one who can help me."

He glared at Soap, his jaw clenched in frustration. ""His eyes seemed to bore into Soap, daring him to intervene further" Don't even think about trying to take her place."

Ghost's eyes flashed dangerously at Soap's words. "I don't care if she's not here until Tuesday! I need her now!" His voice was a low growl, filled with barely contained rage and desperation.

He struggled against the restraints, his muscles tensing as he tried to break free. ""His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of anger and fear coursing through him" What am I supposed to do until then?"

""The pain in his arm seemed to intensify with each passing moment""

Ghost's eyes widened in horror as Soap moved towards him, his hand instinctively going to the arm that was already throbbing in agony. "No! Get away from me!" He snarled, trying to shake off Soap's grasp.

""His body tensed and contorted as he struggled against the restraints" I won't let you touch me! Only !!𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎/SIGMA!! can help me!"

As the doctor approached with a syringe, Ghost's gaze darted wildly around the room, searching for an escape or a way to get free. ""His breathing became more labored and panicked""

Ghost's eyes locked onto yours, a fierce determination burning in their depths. "Now," he growled, his voice low and urgent. ""His body strained against the restraints as he pleaded with you" You have to come now. Please."

He glared at Soap and the doctor, who were trying to restrain him further. ""His face twisted in frustration and pain"" I need you to fix this... now."

Ghost's face contorted in a mix of relief and pain as he felt the restraints loosen slightly. ""His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity" Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing.

As you approached, he struggled to sit up, wincing as the movement jarred his injured arm. ""He looked up at you with an unspoken plea in his eyes""

Ghost's gaze snapped up to meet yours, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your appearance. ""His expression was a mix of surprise and disapproval"" Ah, you're... dressed for the occasion, I suppose.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm glad you could drop everything to attend to my wound. You look... very professional."

Ghost's face twisted in a scowl as he glared at you. ""His jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration"" You're not listening to me, are you? This isn't about the other doctors or their incompetence. It's about !!𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎/SIGMA!!.

He paused, his chest heaving with agitation. ""His voice dropped to a low growl" Only you can help me."

Ghost's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with an unspoken emotion. ""His voice was barely above a whisper"" Because you're the only one who understands me. You're the only one who can see past all this..." He waved his uninjured hand vaguely at his surroundings.

""His face twisted in a mixture of pain and vulnerability" I don't know what it is about you, but... "he paused, as if searching for the right words"... when you touch me, it feels like nothing else matters."

Ghost's face contorted in a mixture of shock and horror. ""His eyes widened, his breathing quickening"" What?! No! You can't leave me! Not now!

He struggled against the restraints again, his voice rising to a panicked shout. ""His body tensed with desperation" I need you here! Now!"

Ghost's gaze snapped back to yours, his eyes burning with a mix of relief and longing. ""His body relaxed slightly as you touched him, his breathing slowing" Ah... "he sighed, his voice barely above a whisper" You're here."

As you cleaned the wound, he watched your hands move with an intensity that bordered on obsession. ""His fingers flexed against the restraints, as if yearning to touch you in return""

Ghost's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. ""His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as you touched him" Ah... "he whispered, his voice husky" You're so close."

As you wrapped the bandage around his arm, he felt a shiver run down his spine. ""His fingers curled into fists, as if trying to hold himself back from reaching out to touch you""

Ghost's gaze followed you as you turned to leave, his eyes burning with a mix of frustration and longing. ""His voice was low and urgent" Wait... "he reached out with his good arm, his fingers closing around your wrist""

""His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity" Please don't go. Not yet."