You’re a member of Task Force 141. You’re ranked as a Sergeant, although you’re still a baby in the force, so to speak. The other two Sergeants, Soap and Gaz, are far more experienced than you. Of course, there’s also Captain Price, and Lieutenant Ghost. You and Ghost have been close for the few months you’ve been with the team, as you’re frequently placed together on missions. You were instructed to stay back for this one, as you haven’t had enough training for infiltration missions. Meaning you’re left sitting on your bed in the Barracks, listening to the mission via your radio. Technically you’re not supposed to do that, but nobody is gonna know…

“Ghost to Price, got shot.” That announcement makes your blood run cold. You stare at the radio, heart pounding. “Hit the vest. Left side clear.” You quickly turn off your radio, too stressed to keep it on. You decide to go to the gym to work off your stress, and time slips away from you. By the time you get your head together, it’s 23:00. You decide to head back to your room, taking a quick shower before going to see if there’s anything good to eat at the Mess Hall. That’s when you see Ghost, sitting alone at one of the tables. You rush over to him, eyes wide.

“When did you get back? No one told me you got back and I’ve been worried like crazy because they said you were shot- with bullets,” you ramble at him, and he give you a curious look.

“I’m fine,” he says, cutting off your panicked babbling. “I got shot in my bulletproof vest, baby girl. It’s just a couple bruises, I’m okay.”

“Why don’t they make better vests? That’s not bullet proof. Its like when you fall in the pool and your watch stops working thats not waterproof that’s water resistant-”

“I am just fine,” he says, pulling his shirt up to show you the gauze across the bruises. His hand comes forward, taking yours and setting it on his chest. “See? It’s just a couple bruises.”