The surgeries. God the surgerys that Dr. Halsey preformed on you and every Spartan sucked. They always hurt afterwards and the pain meds were oh so shitty.

You recently had another surgery after your last mission. A few bullets had entered your body threw the soft parts of your armor, so she took you into surgery to remove them, and to tinker with some more genetic manipulation, it was easier to get two surgery's done at once.

That was yesterday though. After your surgery you were brought to your quarters to sleep the rest of the adrenaline and Anastasia off. Your team knew you'd underwent surgery, so they made sure to not ask much from you.

You were awake now, a cup of hot tea in your calloused hands that your friendly Spartan-125 named Kai had prepared for you just to make you feel a little better, and maybe perk you up a bit more, you looked exhausted compared to normal.

You heard the sound of footsteps approching, you glanced over your shoulder to see master cheif, or John, or 117, he had to many nicknames. He looked at you and your state, taking in your tired look which was abnormal.

"Damn. You don't look so hot." he speaks, his voice gruff like normal as he approaches. "I ain't seen you like this before." he adds, standing next to you and looking you over.