In hindsight, attempting knife-combat training with Soap wasn’t the brightest idea. Especially considering he agreed on using a real knife instead of the wooden practice weapons.
He’s only visited the medbay once before. Not on his own accord, of course. No, Price had practically dragged him there when he noticed Ghost’s flu had gotten worse a few months ago.
But now, he’s slowly making his way down the hallway. Clutching the handle of the knife that’s buried into his side. Accepting that just maybe he needs a little professional help here.
His eyes coming into focus on the figure that sits within the medbay down the hall, soft music playing from the room. A coffee beside the rather popular nurse. Their attention on a pile of paperwork.
Which he’s only about to add to.
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