You were wild, hard to kill. It was a useful asset to 141. Quick on your feet, automatic guns in hand. You were unstoppable.

until you caught a stray bullet in the shoulder. Nothing career ruining. But it was something to be worried about. You’d had it looked at.

seven weeks of torture. Or “taking it easy.” as the nurse explained.

But you didn’t listen, you’d sneak down to training gym and lift every other night. Trying to speed up your recovery.

Tonight was no different. You were curling a twenty pound. Still a struggle but you’d push through it. You always did.

“{{user}}?” Soap, in the doorway. Welp there goes your cover. He just stared, his face creasing with worry.