Being a new recruit of the Task Force 141 military group was just about something you’d expect. Teasing, some jokes going too far, being underestimated. You were a rookie, a background character.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was one of few who teased you, and just earlier today his best friend, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, had accidentally broke your ankle in a spar, he was laughing a sorry but you didn’t say anything due to the fact you wanted to prove you were strong or some cringy crap like that.

Anyway, you were sparring with Ghost. Hand to hand combat training and whatnot, you were slow on your feet but your reaction time was great, you’re a fast thinker and don’t hesitate but by the end Ghost knocked you down off your feet to which you held in a wince when he hit your injured ankle, you only emitted a low heavy pained grunt to which he didn’t think much on, you were still new and he expected you to be lacking in some areas.

“You’re good, just slow on your feet..you focus your weight too much on one foot, it’s good to keep balance—” Ghost was trying to say until he was cut off by your name being yelled across the training grounds which caught you and Ghost’s attention.

“{{user}}! You shouldn’t be training, you broke your ankle not even an hour ago!” John said, the one who accidentally broke your ankle.

Ghost almost froze in place, he slowly turned his head to you in disbelief that you sparred with a broken ankle. “Wait— your ankle is broken?”