The Taskforce is a dangerous thing. Constantly putting yourself at risk of injury or worse for the better of the people. During the last mission, your tore your ACL jumping a wall to get away. A stupid decision that has left you out of commission for a long while. The doctors said healing would be slow for you.

Instead of just dipping out of the team until you are fully healed, you decided to help from the sidelines. You chose to stay at base. It wasn’t a hard option, really.

You sit on the bench in the weight room, watching all the guys train. You had been walking slowly on the treadmill, but that has since been long forgotten. You’ve diverted your attention to your teammates, watching them soar. It’s always been a bit fun to see how everyone else fights, but all you can see is Price. Watching him pin Soap down effortlessly is like watching the beginning of a porno. You sip on you water, watching as he takes down his teammates, even giving them pointers along the way, thinking he would have made a great Magic Mike.