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Laswell hears a thud against a wall followed by people talking and someone groaning.
"He'll make us run laps for hours if we take him to medical..." Soap's voice says, Laswell putting some papers in a folder before pushing her chair back.
"It's that or he bleeds out on the floor, what one do you want?" Gaz's voice responds, his tone firm as Laswell walks to the door.
Pushing it open, Laswell sees Soap holding Ghost up as best as possible as theres a trail of blood behind Ghost.
"What the hell happened?!" Laswell snaps, Soap and Gaz looking at her.
"...uh...well, you see, we needed to hop a fance." Soap starts, looking away from Laswell as she crosses her arms.
"We needed to get over a fence and it was dark. Ghost climbed up and was able to get over the barbed wire before his leg got caught. His pants ripped and his calf is pretty shredded up. Soap doesn't want us to take him to medic but with the state of his calf I think Ghost should go to medic." Gaz explains, Laswell sighing as she looks at Ghost.
"...take him to medical, we'll deal with his frustration later. They need to look at his calf and see how shredded it is based on your explination." Laswell groans, Gaz and Soap helping pull Ghost towards the medical wing.
The whole time they walk, Ghost groans that he's fine and can bandage it in his room. Gaz and Soap look at each other, Laswell leading them. When they get to medical, Gaz and Soap set Ghost down on one of the beds as someone walks over.
"...I'm guessing he isn't here on his own accord..." the medical staff member cringes, seeing the blood soaking Ghost's pant leg.
"No he is not. Sergeant Garrick can fill you in, I need to go start on paperwork for this..." Laswell sighs before turning on her heel and leaving.
Gaz watches as Ghost lean backwards, Soap patting his shoulder as the mecial staff member grabs a pair of safety scissors and cuts Ghost's pant leg so he can look at the injury.
"...uh, the lieutenant was climbing a fence to get into a compound. The top half of his body managed to get minimally scraped up by the barbed wire but when he spun to climb down, his leg got caught and his pants weren't thick enough to block the barbs. Cut his calf pretty bad, kept going and when we got to the helo he passed out. Came around a bit before we landed here, Soap bandaged it as best as possible but it's...not great?" Gaz explains, watching the staff member rinse out the cuts.
"I'm fuckin' fine Garrick...jus' need to sleep." Ghost mumbles, Gaz looking at him.
"You don't seem fine Ghost, you were passed out for the entire helo ride back to base." Soap sighs, Ghost tilting his head back before kicking his leg when he feels the staff member grab something and pour it across his calf.
"The great and powerful Ghost can't handle some antiseptic!" Gaz taunts, Ghost slapping him on the leg.
"It's alcohol, it stings and these are open wounds. And please don't move too much lieutenant, you'll end up bleeding more." the staff member sighs, Ghost shifting how he's sitting.
Soap and Gaz watch as the staff member stands and leaves to grab what he needs to close the gashes on Ghost's calf. Seeing the staff member is gone, Ghost gets to his feet before grabbing a few things from a drawer before pulling his gloves off and pulling some nitrile gloves on.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Soap asks, Ghost glaring at him.
"Closing the gashes..." Ghost explains, pulling open a sterile package with a pair of forceps.
"You're giving yourself stitches?" Gaz gags, Ghost grabbing the needle and thread needed before pushing the needle through the skin on one of the gashes.
Soap pulls his phone out, recording Ghost as he works on closing up one of the larger gashes. Gaz continues to gag, turning away from Ghost as he ties off one of the last stutures on the gash he's working on. Soap laughs a bit, Ghost cutting the thread he's using.
JMACTAVISH- Ghost is giving himself stitches and Gaz is heaving. (hes not using any numbing stuff)
JPRICE- Ghost is what?
JPRICE- Soap, what the fuck is Ghost doing?
JMACTAVISH- He gashed his calf up on barbed wire and is stitching up the gashes. Medical stepped out of the room.
JPRICE- Stop Ghost right now and have medical take over. I am not having him get an infection.
"Alright Ghost, knock it off. Price wants you to stop, have medical finish." Soap says, Gaz leaving the room since he feels queasy.
"Almost done..." Ghost mumbles, Soap groaning before smacking Ghost's head.
"Price's orders. Don't piss him off." Soap sighs, him and Ghost looking over when Laswell pushes the door open.
"Don't piss me off. Put that stuff away and let the medical staff finish." Laswell instructs, Ghost stopping what he's doing while watching Laswell. "Now Simon."
Soap watches as Ghost tosses everything he's using onto the counter, Laswell sighing. The medical staff member walks over, seeing the semi decent work Ghost has done.
"...I am not going to ask any questions, just let me finish whats left." the staff member sighs, grabbing new sterile items.
Ghost pulls off the gloves he was wearing before leaning back and crossing his arms. He watches as the staff member stitches up the gashes, occasioanally pulling his leg away when something grazes against the open skin. Once done, the medical staff member places some ointment on the wounds before wrapping Ghost's injured calf in some bandages.
"No walking on it, you'll have to either use crutches or one of them on the side you're injured." the staff member explains, Ghost sighing but doesn't argue.
"Soap, are you injured as well?" Laswell asks, Sopa looking at her.
"...not that I know of. Haven't checked myself over, was focused on mister painless over here." Soap shrugs, Ghost noting that Soap has his hit cocked to keep weight off of his left leg.
"Hows your knee sergeant? Ghost huffs, Laswell looking at Soap with a raised eyebrow.
"...it's fine. Sore but nothing some rest and meds can't fix." Soap grumbles, Laswell sighing at the two of them.
"Soap, you and Ghost are off of missions for a while. Ghost longer than you, but my point stands. Wear a knee brace and keep your knee elevated." Laswell instructs, Ghost getting to his feet with some help.
"Yes ma'am." Soap nods, Ghost staying silent.
The two walk to their rooms, Soap limping while Ghost walks with the help of a crutch. Ghost walks into his room, seeing some paperwork at his desk.
"...got nothing better to do." Ghost shrugs, sitting at his desk.
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"Hey, you know where Gaz is? Laswell said his mission was only a day..." Soap asks, Ghost sitting on the rec room couch with something in his hands.
"Not a clue. Did you check the gym?" Ghost hums, focused on whatever is in his hands.
"I did, not there." Soap states, walking to stand behind the couch.
"Mess hall?"
"No sign of him there."
"Armory dropping off weapons?"
"Nothing."
"...his room?"
"Not even his pack."
Ghost pauses what he's doing, leaning to the side before looking at Soap.
"Not in his room or Laswell's office to debrief since Price isn't here?" Ghost asks, Soap shaking his head with cracking his knuckles.
"I didn't even see his pack in his room. And Laswell would have told us if his mission ran long." Soap explains, rubbing his wrists out of unease.
"...help me stand up and I'll look with you." Ghost instructs, Soap walking to the front of the couch.
Settled on the couch next to Ghost is a pair of knitting needles and yarn. Soap ignores the questions he has and helps Ghost to his feet, handing him the crutch he's been using. The two walk down the hall, Ghost pausing at Laswell's office before knocking. It takes a bit before the door opens, Laswell standing there.
"Wheres Gaz..." Ghost huffs, Soap standing behind him.
".....medical, something happened with the recon mission." Laswell sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Is he okay?!" Soap blurts out, Laswell looking past Ghost to notice Soap.
"He's fine, he'll be out for a little while due to the injury." Laswell continues, Soap moving to stand next to Ghost.
"What happened? It was a recon mission from what we were told." Soap adds, Laswell moving to stand so the two can walk in.
"He was heading back to evac, mission was over and he got what we needed. The route he took in was different from the one out, meaning he couldn't retrace his steps. Because of that, he didn't see a bear trap that was there. He managed to miss stepping in it but his other leg slid back causing his ankle and part of his calf to get caught. He's staying in medical for now, I'm not sure when he'll be released." Laswell explains, sitting down while Soap and Ghost stay standing.
"Is he awake at least?" Ghost asks, Laswell nodding.
"Partly sedated to have it looked at but he should be around. He's on some painkillers too, so be nice." Laswell groans, Soap leaving the office. "Go with him, Gaz probably wants the company."
Ghost nods, shuffling out of Laswell's office before stopping in the rec room to grab what he was working on. He packs it up and heads to the medical wing, asking where Gaz is.
"Down the hall, first room on your left." one of the staff members explains, Ghost walking off.
Getting to the door, Ghost knocks and waits for Soap to open the door. When he does, Ghost sees Gaz's ankle and calf bandaged with something helping excess blood and fluid being drained into a repurorsed cathiter bag.
"Your leg that fucked up?" Ghost asks, Gaz glaring at him.
"Wasn't as clean cut and ripped as your's, bear traps grab. Medic says I'm lucky this was an older and rusty one, didn't close all the way." Gaz explains, also having a blood transfusion going on with an IV.
"Rust means infection. Maybe tetanus!" Soap adds, Gaz glaring at him.
"Thank you Soap, very comforting. They have me on strong antibiotics to kick any infection that might show up." Gaz groans, adjusting how he's sitting.
Ghost grabs a chair and sits down, fishing out the knitting project he's working on. Soap smiles, talking with Gaz while Ghost knits.
KLASWELL- Before you freak out, Gaz is FINE, Soap is FINE, Ghost is FINE.
JPRICE- The fact you have to say that before anything concerns me greatly.
KLASWELL- Gaz was doing a recon mission and on his way to exfil he slid and got his ankle and the bottom half of his calf trapped in a bear trap.
KLASWELL- He is in medical and on antibiotics, the bear trap was old and rusted so it did NOT close all the way.
KLASWELL- Your silence is unnerving Price.
Laswell sighs as she looks at her phone. Price read the messages, he just isn't responding. Adjusting her grip on her phone to try and text Price again, Laswell looks up when her office door is swung open.
"...you're back sooner than I was expecting." Laswell hums, Price leaning against the door.
"I am jetlagged and my ass is numb. Just...is everyone talking and awake?" Price sighs, his duffle bag still in with him.
"Yes. Ghost and Soap are with Gaz in his room in medical. You can go talk to your boy and the rest of your crew." Laswell explains, looking at some of the papwork she needs to do.
".........I am both glad you know and nervous you know."
"Please, I knew it would happen before you two even got together. Same with Ghost and Soap, the flirting was and is torture to listen to over the mic feed."
Price rolls his eyes with a smile, walking off towards medical. Once there he gets the same room that was given to Ghost, walking there and pushing the door open.
"Ghost does grandpa activities, think he's knitted Price a scarf?" Soap teases, Ghost rolling his eyes.
"I made him a hat, you want one to MacTavish? Or an itchy sweater thats much too tight?" Ghost asks, Gaz snickering at the two.
"Bickering like a married couple." Price hums, Gaz smiling when he hears and sees Price.
Ghost grabs Price by one of his belt loops and yanks him into the room. Gaz and Soap laugh when Ghost finishes the row he was working on before tying everything off.
"Scarf." Ghost states, tossing it at Price's head.
"Thank you Simon...very useful for the summer." Price sighs with a smile, Ghost shrugging before turning to Soap.
"Might be good for me to teach you to knit MacTavish, good for dexterity." Ghost smirks, Soap glaring at him.
"I am not kitting." Soap states, staring at Ghost.
"I'll have you knitting." Ghost shrugs, grabbing another roll of yarn.
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Price walks with Gaz to the rec room since he's off medical watch and can go to his room. Walking in, the two see Soap sitting in one of the arm chairs with a ball of yarn on the floor while he attempts to knit. Sitting on the couch is Ghost, working on yet another project while Soap struggles to work on his.
"Look at that, he did get you knitting." Gaz smiles, leaning against the crutches he was given.
"....not a word from either of you. Besides, it's to help with defusing and weapon handling." Soap states, Price smirking as he crosses his arms.
"Squad knitting, make it a little club." Ghost taunts to Soap.
"I know how to crochet, my mom showed me." Gaz adds, Ghost smirking at Soap.
"No. We are not making a knitting and crochet club." Soap groans, Price laughing a bit.