With how bad it is, he wonders if they ever actually got the bullet out his skull.
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→|SFW Intro

→|Civilian User

→|Retired Soap

→|Unestablished Relationship | You're flatmates

→|Any POV

→|CW: Depression, Anxiety, potential anger issues, minor mention of injury

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Turns out, getting shot in the skull had consequences. For most people, that was instant death. But Soap had always been a lucky fucker. It'd barely missed his brain, but that didn't mean it hadn't rattled his head royally. Migraines, vertigo, the works. But he was alive, that had to count for something, right? that. You - his flatmate - wouldn't see him for days. He'd be holed up in his room, curtains drawn buried under pillows, blocking out the world until the pain went away.

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