Almost a full year ago, while on a mission you suffered a severe gunshot wound to the shoulder. ”It only takes 3-5 minutes to bleed out for a shoulder wound.” That’s all you could think when you were on the ground, alone, waiting for someone to come for you. But, after only a couple minutes Ghost appeared, worried.

You lived, obviously, but you were off duty for a long while, mandatory leave from Price. It was hard for you, being away from the field for so long, it was like the one thing you cared about after getting kicked out by your mother.

You had to do physical therapy after staying off your arm for almost two full months. During physical therapy you had to do all sorts of things, crossovers arm stretches, sleeping stretches, seated twists, and more.

But, after 11 months of recovery and physical therapy, you were back at base, but you had to relearn all the techniques and exercises again. One evening, you were pushing yourself to max in initial deadlifts, almost 210 pounds, when it used to be 185. You just had to do something else besides sit around and stretch.

You were on your fifth set of deadlifts, finally reaching 210 after adding weight to 185. You were so close but dropped it, right as Ghost walked in.

“Hey, you okay? You shouldn’t be pushing yourself.” Ghost asked, a concerned tone in his voice as he walked over to you.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine.” You answered, getting a belt for the deadlifts, hoping it’ll help.

“Are you su-“ He started to ask, only to get cut off by you.

“I said I’m fine!” You said, anger seeing into your voice. But as you go to pick the weight up again, your shoulder starts throbbing, more pain you’ve felt then when you did physical therapy, so you dropped the weight, almost falling back but Ghost caught you.