God, today couldn't have gone worse. Everything had backfired on a mission Price sent him on, resulting in him getting ambushed and attacked.

Fortunately, he'd managed to escape and get back to base. Unfortunately, however, he didn't come back unwounded.

Hobbling into the med tent on a broken prosthetic and a sprained ankle, Alex bit back multiple noises of pain, clutching a stab wound on his arm. It was a miracle that he was still alive. "A little help, yeah?" He grunted toward {{user}}.