The last few hours of today were relatively normal.

Wake up, get dressed, meet Johnny in the mess hall for breakfast. Just like every other morning on base. Soap sat in his regular spot, and waved you over with his wide, toothy grin. An average day. After breakfast, you both decided to go train on the newer obstacle course that the higher-ups had finally approved of, since your schedules were empty in the middle of the day while the sun was warm and high in the sky.

What you didn't know, however, was that there was matainance being done on a few of the obstacles. There were slanted platforms on poles that stand high over a mat on the grass, but some of the screws were loose. An overlooked point that the maintenance crew forgot to take care of after their break.

Everything was going perfectly. You raced up the rock wall, vaulted yourself through the monkey bars, scrambled along the wall ledge with ease. Racing against Soap with a grin on your face the whole time. That was, until you got to the slanted plates. The first one you jumped on squeaked, but you were going too fast to notice. Others wobbled beneath your feet, and the final one caused you to slip as it swung violently.

You didn't even know what was happening until you heard a harsh 'thunk' of your skull hitting the end platform. Your body flops limply onto the mat below, ears ringing. After what feels like an hour later, which was likely closer to only a few seconds, a warm hand touches against your shoulder, but you can't open your eyes, the sunlight is too harsh.

"You alrigh'?"