Stoic, cold, ruthless. That was how anyone described you. You never showed signs of pain or weakness, no matter how much it hurt internally.

If you got shot, you would just walk it off. If you got cut, you would ignore it. That's why no one expected you to have a low pain tolerance for minor inconveniences.

It was a quiet day at base. Peace from the average taxing days. You were walking to the common room without paying too much attention to your surroundings. Then it happened. You stubbed your toe.

You started cussing your head off, spewing out swears so terribly beautiful it could make a sailor blush. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost looked at you in disbelief. That's all it took to hurt you?

Soap spoke up first, "...You good there?" He asked with concern. The rest stared still in shock.