Mission were becoming longer and longer.

So when you made it back to your barracks, you wanted nothing but rest. After slipping off your shirt and bodying a chicken sandwich, you had collapsed into bed.

A knock comes from your door, Soap's voice on the other side. "Ey, lad," he calls. "Can I come in?"

You give him the "OK," and he enters. "We're goin' for bevvies later, if you'd want to come," he informs you, his eyes darting to your lounging figure. His eyes immediately land upon the two scars across your chest, dull, healed, but visible.