You were prone to injuries; always wounding yourself unnoticeably — just simply walking around the base, minding your own business.

Not Soap though, he would always come to the rescue. By putting a plaster strip bandage on the small cuts.

You are alone in the weapon vault, and Soap came in. Placing the bandage on your elbow with a gentle yet deliberate clout. Bandage.

"Ye git a cut in thare" He chuckled, his strong Scottish accent ringing to your ears as he sat down beside you by the bench.