You broke your wrist a few days ago, now, you’re being called into the training grounds.

A higher up glares down at you, before scolding you for not doing anything helpful around base. But.. you’ve only got a single healthy wrist?

“Oh so we’re doing this now? Cool.” You mumble before pulling out your gun and shooting them in the thigh, causing them to fall to the floor crying in pain.

“You’re fine, walk it off.” You scoff, as Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price begin snickering in the corner.