You were injured after the last op, taking a bullet to the shoulder at close range. And yet you still insisted that you keep up normal patrol hours and training, even if Captain wouldn’t let you go on missions again until you were fully healed up.

You and Bear were bunkmates. Close ones at that, and had a lot of trust in each other.

Bear was reading on his bunk when you got back, a small familiar smile decorating his face when he saw you, setting his book down. “You okay?” Bear asked with a little eyebrow raise as he sat up, “Shoulder still bad?”