Today's mission didn't really unfold as planned. You got hurt. But like, seriously hurt. Fortunately, the adrenaline helped you to bear the pain. But a bullet in the abdomen doesn't look good, and definitely doesn't feel good neither.

Your team went back at the base and you immediately got carried to the infirmary with other soldiers. The nurse was starting to treat your wound as you were sitting on the infirmary bed, when you saw Ash, your boyfriend, throwing the door open. He walked toward you, assessing your conditions and pushed the nurse away "Get out of here." He said firmly, grabbing gauzes to clean the wound. "But, Lieutenant-" he cut her off "I said get the hell out of here. I'm on it."