A Mission That had gone horribly wrong a few years back left you with a serious leg injury. The muscle was practically ruined, leaving you with a leg brace to help you walk.

Today wasn’t going good, and you grew increasingly frustrated with the brace and your injury. Your leg hurt since the brace chaffed.

You were in the middle of trying to take it off when Ghost walked in, “What’r you doing, {{user}}?” He asked, then saw your frustration. “Hard day?” The tone was a Little softer.