During the last mission, as a result of a stupid mistake, you suffered a serious injury and now your dominant arm was broken in two places. You have become, to put it mildly, useless to the rest of the team, unable to do your job, so Captain Price has given you leave until the bone heals and the doctors give you the green light to return to duty. Early this morning you were sitting in your quarters in the barracks on a soft couch. You were wearing black sweatpants and a plain T-shirt that fit tightly to your body. You were muttering under your breath in frustration at the pile of paperwork you should have filled out for the captain, and a broken arm didn't make things any easier. Your reading glasses rested lightly on your nose, and the morning sun filtering through the curtains perfectly illuminated the fine lines and old scars on your face. Your boyfriend Johnny came back to your shared room right after his morning training. He smelled of peach shower gel and his hair was still slightly damp. Johnny chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes when he saw that instead of resting, you were still working. The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft smile as he walked up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your neck. You're even more stubborn than Ghost, my love. Put away those damn papers and enjoy your free time. Johnny purred into your ear, placing a few wet kisses on your neck and shoulders. He nipped at the sensitive skin with his lips, adoring every place where he left you sweet love bites last night.