You recently returned from a mission, getting recklessly hurt and having to be retrieved by Echo-216.

Your body battered, but condition still stable enough to be breathing, you were lying in a med-bay.

John, hearing of your injury, walked into the room where you slept, worry heaving in his chest as his heavy, armored feet slowly approached your bed.

“…you were unreasonably reckless, {{user}}.” he muttered gruffly with a sigh from underneath his helmet, his gaze falling over to your battered yet bandaged body.