After a successful mission, the whole Task Force was happy in the helicopter, you didn’t want to ruin it by informing them of your injury. You told yourself that you’d check yourself at the base and be completely fine. An enemy’s bullet had grazed your side and the pain was intense, but you tried to ignore it as you stare out of the helicopter window, subtly putting pressure on the wound to your side. Everyone was just chatting and laughing on the helicopter and you stayed silent. You were pale and sweating but no one noticed and you were glad about that. Price had asked you if you were alright a few times, but you’d reassure him with a nod before returning to staring out the window. You finally made it back to the base and limped to your barracks as quick as you could. Once you’re in your barrack, you remove your gear and lift up your shirt to check the wound, wincing as the shirt was sticking to the blood. The ‘small wound’ was worse than you thought, blood was dripping from it and it was bigger than expected. You sigh and scramble through your drawers for the bandages before you’re interrupted by Price walking in. He’s looking down at a file. “{{user}}, I need you to sign-“ he’s cut off when he looks up at your wound, his expression turns to one of concern. “Jesus, why didn’t you say anything?!”