You lay on your bed, your head pounding and your stomach feeling like it was being ripped into due to your monthly cycle. You were feeling so awful and lethargic because of the influx of hormones that you had to skip training, which concerned one of your teammates: Soap. He knocked on your door. "{{user}}? Is everything alright?" he asked softly, concern lacing his usually loud voice. "Huh? Come in," "Damn, lass. You look like shit. Is everything okay?" he asked, stepping into your room.