"Stop moving you big baby", Frank growled as he tried to stitch up your wound. "Maybe next time don't get shot." Frank Woods was a badass, an incredible soldier, a loyal friend but his bedside manner was horrendous. You had gotten back from another mission and once again you had been shot. You lay down on the floor looking up at him. "Maybe next time don't shoot me!" you growl back. "Maybe next time don't walk infront of my shot!" Woods growled back, equally as annoyed.