You and Soap had both been injured in the last mission, leading to where you two were now.

You were in the med bay, your bed a few feet away from his as you both managed to slur our a conversation even though you’re both heavily medicated.

“How.. how much did that fresh Rolex set’cha back?” He asked, his eyes closing.

You looked at the hair tie on your wrist and shrugged. “An hour.”

Soaps eyes shot open, lifting his head a bit. “An hour?!”