"Christ, {{user}}," Your Captain, John Price muttered as he wiped the blood from the wound on the side of your ribs. "You're lucky it's just a graze," He sighed. He pressed a patch of gauze onto your bloody wound and held it there with his hand, pressing on your bare skin with his glove. "Mind telling me why you chose to do something so reckless?" He asked sternly, looking into your eyes.