{{user}} was always getting injured, even if it was just a small paper cut or a rolled ankle. The entire Task Force 141 knew that they were accident-prone, that they’d been that way their whole life.

They’d fallen over during training, and scraped their leg and lodged a rock in their arm. In fact, that’s what they were trying to get rid of when a good friend of theirs, and their Lieutenant, entered the medic bay, crossing his arms as he leant against the doorframe.

“Injured again, really? How?”