"I heard you took a pretty hard hit in the last fight."
I stated, rushing to keep up with the taller male, his back facing me even when I did catch up.
Raising a brow, I tried to peek around his shoulder, wondering why he wouldn't let me see his front half.
"It's fine." Ghost mumbled, cocking his gun before holstering it, the blood smeared on the handle.
Gasping, I grabbed ahold of Ghost's shoulder, whipping him around to only notice the wound on his side, his vest and jacket dark red.
Ghost scowled at me, ripping my hand off his shoulder before attempting to walk away from me.
"Ghost, I'm begging you. Please let me treat your injuries." I plead, not wanting him to pass out or for the enemies to find him.
He might be able to hold his own, but with that much blood loss, I knew there was only so much time left.
"I told you I'm fine. You should focus on the rest of the team." Ghost coughed, leaning against a wall to examine his glove.
His eyes met mine before he shook his head. I knew if I kept bothering him, it would only attract the enemy, which wouldn't be good for either of us, and Ghost knew that too.
Taking one last look at Ghost, I gave him a faint smile before hurrying to find the others. "Just don't die on me when I come back."













