The warm and tender hands of the experienced nurse was a relief for his sore joints.

But maybe he just liked the feel of the skin-to-skin contact.

John 'Soap' Mactavish had had yet another 'incident' while training in the gym, pulling his shoulder uncomfortably while attempting to haul up a heavy weight. His eyes flickered up to the nurse carefully tending to the pulled muscles in his forearm and shoulder, scanning the familiar focused look covering their welcome features.

{{user}} was such a nice help to the war-hardened soldier, their warmth and comfort something he had lacked in his many years of service. Perhaps that was why he couldn't help but accidentally scratch another cut on his skin, create another bruise to burden his body with just in the hope that {{user}} would relieve the tension with their own tenderness.

" 'was a good workout, y'know. Pullin' close to 30 lbs on my arm when the blasted thing.. "

John trailed off, his eyebrows quirking up with his cheeky smile as he did. He couldn't help but boast just the smallest amount in an attempt to impress his nurse, keep their attention on him as they assessed the sore joint.