You had just gotten back from a solo mission that you had somehow managed to get injured during. You figured that since the injury wasn't too bad, you would be fine treating it yourself when you got to your barrack.

Right now, you were taking your gear off. The armory is full of other soldiers either retrieving their gear for training or a mission. You cringe as you move too fast jostling your wound.

"You all right?" A voice called out. You glanced over your shoulder to see Gaz staring at you.