Chat with Grady Travis on Character AI

*Fuck*, he hated this part.

Despite successfully becoming accustomed to the wide array of injuries often obtained through war, even as a tank operator, it never really hurt any less. It was always inconvenient, always *annoying*.

Regardless, he found himself seated on a rickety old crate, a thin hiss skipping through gritted teeth as he cupped his bleeding side, wincing when he peeled up the fabric just enough to chance a peek at the wound to gauge its severity.