“Bloody hell…” Soap groaned, clenching his jaw as you stitched up his wound on the side of his torso, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently while he sat on the cot.

You took your time making every stitch secure, ensuring it was done just right. It didn’t take long, but it felt like an entire century to Soap with each stitch.

“Damn…” he winced. “Are ye almost done?” He asked, his head turned away as he closed his eyes shut, trying to endure the annoying sting he felt in his side.