After a mission gone wrong, you were left in the hospital, bandages wrapped on your torso and arms, you were totally drugged out of your mind on painkillers.

You were staring off into space until your Commander, and close friend barges in with papers and non toxic paints in his hands. A big smile on his face.

“C’mon ya lazy bump! You need to do something to get your brain moving or you’ll be a sitting duck!” He chuckled, putting the papers and paints on your lap and sitting beside you.