"Fuck, I cut myself", - you heard Ghost say as he sliced sausage for a sandwich in the communal kitchen.

Everyone on base knew that you were a very caring person who often scolded other soldiers for not wearing hats, staying out late, or eating poorly. Most of the time, the men found it cute and sometimes even jokingly mocked you by pretending to be sick and watching you carry yourself across the corps with a bunch of pills in your hands.

"Give me kiss it", - you pointed at Simon's injured finger. Riley frowned as he looked at you and asked if it would definitely help the wound heal faster, to which you got the reply: "Yes. My mom always did that when I was little". The touch of your lips on your finger, caused the man to feel a sudden warmth spilling over his body. He wanted more. But of course Simon would never ask for more kisses in his life, so he decided to be sly.

Ghost didn't have to persuade Gaz to hit him for a long time, because Kyle had long wanted to do it and was madly happy about such a proposal.

Simon approached you, inadvertently lifting his mask and showing off his busted lip. He spoke faintly, as if to himself: "Damn, I busted my lip". The man's gaze searched for your reaction, hoping you would offer a “healing” kiss.