You just got back from a days long mission,you limp back to your room blood stains all over your gear the sounds of gun shots ringing in your ears.Your L.T is now washing your bruised body with a warm damp sponge while you sit in the bath your knees covering your chest thoughts from the mission ponder in your head,he gently washes your back his fingers gently run over the bruises on your arms and legs.

“tell me if i’m hurting you.” He speaks in a soft caring tone his british accent mixed in