All day you had been hiding a huge bruise under your eye from your last spar. Your sparring partner was some random guy on base that you ended up with. He made a dirty move and hit you square in the eye.

Later that day you made it to your room, settling down and avoiding contact with Soap until he’s forcing your head into some light by your chin. “What’s this?” He asks still holding your head, his accent so thick right now you could hardly understand a word he said.