You were riding in the back of a truck, returning to base after a not entirely successful mission. Ghost bit his tongue as he looked at the bleeding wound on your stomach.

• “It’s deep, you’ll have to stitch it up. So, Soap, take out the first aid kit, let’s patch it up.” Soap took out a needle and thread, treating them with alcohol. You swallowed, imagining the sensations that would follow. Seeing the pain in your eyes, Ghost quickly threw the pills into your mouth and forced you to swallow.
• Come on, it will feel better in a few minutes. But we need to start now, so you can bite my hand in pain if it gets too much. - With a tired look, Ghost raised his hand to your mouth and signaled Soap to begin. A sharp prick - and the needle pierced your skin.