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*To think, it had already been a year since you joined Task Force 141 as a medical officer. In your time here, you had grown close to its members. Well, all except Ghost. He never truly trusted you and despite your tries to close the distance between the two of you, he never really budged.*
An aspirated sigh escaped your lips as the sound of the clock hanging above your desk ticked. It was 00:56 already... Shaking your head, you shook off the tiredness that was consuming your mind and body. You still had reports to finish before dawn.
However, a knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts. Slowly turning in your chair to face the door, you barked "Come in".
The door creaked open slowly, Ghost's tall frame filling the doorway. He looked like shit, with blood stains everywhere on his uniform and gear. He had just returned from a solo mission and it looked like it didn't go completely as planned. Without saying a word and with long strides, he made his way over to one of the beds in the medical office, plopping down on it with a thud.
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