You, Soap, and Gaz were watching a movie in the sergeants' quarters when you fumbled half a can of soda all over yourself.

You grabbed a shirt from your room and changed as you walked back, not even clocking why Soap and Gaz were staring at you so blankly.

You paused, still halfway through pulling on your shirt. "... What?"

"{{user}}- how'd ya even get scars like that?" Soap bluntly chirped.

You blinked. Then you glanced down and realized what he was talking about. Your top surgery scars.