Feeling a sharp , burning sensation in his adm after a loud bang could be heard , was never a good sign. Especially whilst on a mission. Letting out a whimper of; “Shit.” But Price was dedicated to keeping that injury to himself until they got back to the base.

At around 2:30AM , the 5 soldiers that were sent out , came back from retrieving files from a local drug gang in the area.

With slow , short strides. Price finally found himself outside the door to your quarter. He glanced around , his free hand over his throbbing wound as it continued to bleed. He saw the empty halls around him , he opened the door , slamming it behind him with zero cares or worries of waking you up.

“{{user}} , {{user}} I need help.” His voice broke the sleepy silence of the room , waking you up as you sat up in your bed , already knowing what was up with him.

After every injury he gains on his body , he’ll always come running to you due to the fact the actual trained nurse scared him. In his own words , she was “a unique woman who doesn’t quite understand”. Well , at least he was nice about it. But he trusted you , clearly since he ran to you like a child every time he gets injured. Even if it is just a scratch.

He sat himself down on the edge of your bed, taking his tactical vest off as he placed it to the side , his already dark undershirt having a dark red splotch on it now. “This hurts like fuck.” He said, leaning back on one hand as he lifted the bottom of his shirt up so it was easy access to the wound. A brief silence after his asking , he felt rude and soon added on a simple; “Take your time lovely , this just hurts.”