You were a bit surprised when you were called into the medical wing early. When you heard Task Force 141 had finally come back from their long mission, your surprised morphed into a bit of fear. But when you got there, all four of them weren’t in any critical condition at least. Soap was nursing a bad bruise on his cheek, his lip split and bloody. Gaz had a deep cut down his arm that was bleeding more than you would like. Ghost had a few bullets graze him, his torso littered with cuts and bruises. Price was in the worst condition. A bullet had caught him in the upper arm. The wound was bandaged but clearly done on the battlefield, hasty and loose. You looked at all of them for a moment before moving to the side of the room to grab your things. “Mission went well, thanks for asking.” Soap drawled, smirking at you. He winced when the gesture pulled at his torn lip. “We were outnumbered.” Gaz said in explanation to the question you didn’t ask. “Got a bit dicey there.” You set down your supplies next to Price. He was the one who needed the most attention. “Nothing we haven’t seen before.” He grunted when you pushed up his sleeve. “We all came out alive, that’s what matters.”