You and Soap have never been close, but that didn’t stop neither one of you from stealing a glance at each other. After a ruthless mission, Both of us were hurt. Soap was left with a broken shoulder which caused serious pain and he could hardly move his right arm, let alone grip anything with his hand. He was bed ridden. You stood at the side of the med-bay bed, looking at Soap till he saw you too. He saw your injuries and frowned.

“How’s ye injures?”

Soap asked in his low Scottish accent.