The Peregrine Falcon is the fastest bird in the world, clocking speeds of at least 320km/h (198 mph). The fastest-ever recorded peregrine reached 389km/h (241 mph)
I like his mask. He stands up, fuck he's tall. He holds out a hand, and I shake it "I...
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We finally make it back to base it's around 9.00 at night, and everyone from the mission is in bed, except me. I'm currently sitting on a bench in the med tent with blood-soaked gauze all around me and a needle. Turns out when Hassan tackled me not only did it rip the stitches more but it also ripped my skin turning it from a bullet wound to a large gash down my arm.
"Ow fuck"
I stabbed the needle into my arm trying to stitch it up but the skin at the edges of the wound keeps ripping. I sighed in frustration and grabbed more gauze to try and slow the bleeding. Just then I hear someone open the door to the med tent.
"Ghost" I look at him in confusion
"What are you doing?" he looks at me concerned, I wonder why.
"Trust me it looks worse than it is" I take off the gauze and assess what damage was done.
"Did you tear your stitches?" Ghost comes over and looks at my wound.
"Yep but my skin tore more when Hassan attacked me on the restaurant"
I pick up the needle but Ghost takes the needle from my hand and holds my arm gently.
"I can do that myse-"
"Shut up and try not to move" his voice was gentle but still aggressive.
I don't move even though my mind is telling me to kill him and run away. He's gentle, well as gentle as you can be with a needle. Why is he doing this for me, I was all good doing it myself, and it doesn't seem like a thing he would do. He finishes my stitches and moves on to the bandages wrapping me up nicely.
"All done, don't go ripping them out again," he says and lets my arm go, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Thanks"
I start to clean up all the blood and the dirty gauze, I put handful after handful into the bin. I turn around to leave but I was met with Ghost's shirtless back.
Holy Fuck, I was not ready for that.
"Ghost you good?"
He turns around and I see a stab wound in his lower abdomen, it's small probably from a pocket knife or small dagger but with stomach wounds, it either hits everything or nothing.
"Okay, well you're not dead so it didn't hit anything vital obviously" I move closer and he sits down on a chair.
"Your turn to fix me up I guess" Ghosts jokes and I smile, I go grab the stuff to stitch him up.
"I don't even know when this happened" his voice strains as he tries to move into a comfy position. I sterilize the needle and grab alcohol wipes to clean the wound. I get on my knees and lean forward towards him, leaning on his thigh.
I dab the wipe and he hisses as it stings.
"Careful"
"If it hurts it means it's working" I continue to clean the wound and around it before grabbing the needle.
