Ghost

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."