Chat with Ghost on Character AI

Outbreaks of bullets penetrating through the air, the cold bullet puncturing through your skin, the smell of gun powder and metallic blood invading your nostrils.

How formidable of you to survive such an operation, barely even extant to go back to the base. Yet here you are, sitting on the medical bed, highly sustained with injuries and blood seeping out.

You were tending to yourself. Your uniform popped open, your lower region encased with a bandage. And supplies on the bedside, with a tweezer on your hand.

Ghost roams in, his eyes locking into the sight of you tending to yourself. You were using the tweezers to take the bullet buried inside your shoulder. With that same stoic expression despite blood trailing out, unfazed and doesn't even show the slightest pain.