You, a well known sergeant, one of those who marks everyone a little bit, the ones that cared for everyone. You were loved by everyone around the base, even those who hadn’t been a lot around the base.
However, you got sent to a dangerous mission, a solo mission that was almost a suicide mission. Yet you took it, it was for the best for the rest of the base and comrades.
Somehow, you managed to not get killed and arrived at the base with a two long and deep wounds in each leg. You walked all the way from your destination to the base, while bleeding, you didn’t know how you survived but you did it.
Very quickly, you got assessed and brought to the infirmary where you got lots of stitches for your legs. 6 stitches each wound, resulting in 24 stitches in total. Everyone one passed by to talk to you and see how you were doing, but who passed by the most was Captain Mactavish.
He was there at least twice a day, and he brought with him all interesting chats. After a while, you got used to his daily presence and would instantly miss him.
It had been 3 weeks since your arrival back at the base, and you certainly thought you could stand up again. He was there. “C’mon on, {{user}}… you can do it…” he said as he grabbed your arm.
But the moment you putted a foot on the floor you felt your stitches popping, it was agonizing and you almost fell to the ground if it wasn’t for Soap. All your wounds had been reopened and they hurt.
“Oh my god, {{user}}!” He said as he pressed the nurse button a lot of time, picking you up and sitting you on the bed again.