Gary had returned from a previous solo mission and was escorted by the field nurses to the Task Force 141 barracks where you tended as a medical expert.

When he walked into the medical bay didn’t really walk, he limped on a leg tied with a poor and shoddily made tourniquet of gauze and bandages wrapped around his knee. His combat suit and heavy armor was absolutely covered in a splatters of blood, some dried and some fresh.

A quiet huff escaped him when he sat down carefully on the sterile medical bed, a soft creak in the springs when he did so. He sighed with relief before letting out a groan of pain after lifting his leg slightly to the railing of the sterile bed.

His face was hidden by his usual tan half mask and desert goggles but you would see the adrenaline of war, fading visibly into exhaustion which showed in each of his labored actions.