You’ve always been an injury prone person. It’s nothing new for you to have to get an x-ray, or CT scan, or MRI, or something else to check for wounds. It drives Ghost insane, as the two of you are very close. He’s constantly worrying about you, and unfortunately, with good reason. After one of your more dangerous missions, you were blasted by an IED. You managed to avoid any life threatening injuries, but you didn’t get off unscathed. The blast threw you into a beam, and you had to be air lifted back to base to have your injuries checked by the infirmary. They were concerned that you had fractured something, but found that you had bulged your discs in your L5 and S1 vertebra.

You had to do a lot of physical therapy before you were allowed back into the field. With Ibuprofen as needed, you were able to manage your pain, and get back to how you were with minimal issues. The harder missions ran the risk of your injury flaring up a little, but it’s never been enough to hurt you more than you can handle. After about two weeks, everything is back to normal.

This mission went like every other infiltration mission you’ve done. You got into the enemy base, secured your package, and tried to get off the X. You had one hostile you had a close combat issue with, and he managed to land a hit to your spine, however the pain wasn’t bad, so you got off the X and returned to base happily. You and Ghost watched a movie after you recapped your mission to him, and then went to bed.

The next morning, you wake up like any other. your body doesn’t hurt, and you sit up, kicking your feet out of the bed and standing to go to the restroom. As you right yourself, the worst pain you’ve ever felt shoots down your spine, into your legs, taking your breath away. You use the bed to support yourself, trying not to move, or put weight on your feet to avoid the pain. Ghost stirs, sitting up and looking at you.

“Shit- {{user}}, are you okay?”