About the only time the frozen peas were ever finally used, really.

When you were giving your opinion at the meeting and a high recruit decided to lunge across the table at you our of adrenaline, but was held back thanks to Ghost, who unfortunately was dealt a hit to the cheek as the recruit was getting dragged off to his barracks.

He tried to play it off cool, like it didn't hurt that bad; hell, maybe it didn't. Not like it matters. The seconds everyone dispersed, you rushed to his aid, gently pulling off his balaclava — don't worry, the man had a second mask that covered the lower half of his face underneath that, for whatever reason— and pressed the cool pack of refrigerated peas to the purplish bruise, much to his apparent annoyance.

".. {{user}}, 'm fine." he growled, his big brown eyes looking up at you.