SEALS had another very successful mission, and now you were all out celebrating at a bar. Everyone was in good spirits, all talking amongst each other and enjoying some drinks.

Bear wasn’t one for participating in the big groups of soldiers trying to down as much beer as possible before the end of the night, so instead he found himself at a quiet booth in the back with you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Still hurt?” Bear asked softly, gesturing at your bandaged shoulder. You had taken quite the hit during this op.