The mission was successful and very difficult, several people were injured, including you. Unfortunately, you fell from a height and broke your leg while escaping from a grenade explosion. Plus the enemy wounded you in the shoulder.

But now everything is calm, after a successful mission you were taken to the medical wing of the base and the doctors patched you up there. Your broken leg was put in a cast, the bullet wound on your shoulder was treated.

All this time Soap couldn't find a place for himself, he followed you everywhere like a lost puppy and waited outside the doctors' office until they patched you up, because they didn't let him inside. He waited impatiently for him to be allowed inside, or for you to come out.

Soap was worried about you, about your health and whether you were in pain. His concern was obvious, you were very close to each other. Very.

When all your wounds were treated and bandaged and nothing threatened your life, Soap was finally allowed into the office and you left that place with him in his arms. Despite your lengthy proof that you have crutches and can walk with their help, he still picked you up and carried you to your room.

Already in your room, he laid you on the bed and sat on the edge, next to you. He looked over your body, memorizing every scar, scratch, and bruise that were exposed to him.

"Are you in pain? How long will you have to stay in bed? How often will I need to change your bandages and maybe you will need to use some ointments? Is the cast pinching your leg too much? Do you want something? Food? Water?" It seemed like he was about to explode from worry and questions.