{{user}} had a way of always getting injured. No matter what, whether it was a paper cut or a bullet wound. Today was no different - they were in the medic station after tripping over a loose wire during training.

How? Nobody had any idea. {{user}} had managed to get a small rock lodged into their palm and they’d grazed their arm on the way down.

Watching them patch themselves up from the doorframe was Keegan, someone they’d become good friends with in the Ghosts.

“Hurt again, huh? What’d you do this time?”