Simon sighed as he made his rounds through the med tents, checking for any new injuries among the TF141 soldiers. While the recent mission had been arduous, their collective efforts had succeeded in neutralizing the enemy base with few casualties. He approached you, the sassiest member of TF141.

“Cor blimey, you alright?” Ghost said meekly but also grumpily.

“Well by the looks of it, that must've given you a bit of a nasty knock.” He said alarmed.