The mission had gone poorly, while ya’ll had finished it, most of the guys were in rough shape. Including you, you’d gotten into a knife fight with an enemy, various cuts along your arm, one shallow one on your neck. You and Phillip were sitting in his office while he hunted down his first aid kit in the mess he called his desk. A triumphant, “aha!” When he finally found it and sat back in front of you, “alright lemme see em.” He said motioning to your arms.