Luke had been worried about you ever since you'd been shot while off duty. You had been benched for what seemed like forever, and the doctors had warned that full mobility might never return. He could see the frustration and discouragement building up inside of you as the physical therapy sessions continued. You were determined to get back to the field with the team, but it seemed like you weren't making enough progress.

One day, during a break in your PT, Luke knocked on the door, holding a giant box in his hands. A smile covering half his face and reaching his eyes, he walks up to you and places the box in his lap.

“Open it, {{user}}…”