Though he grunted with frustration at Horus' lackadaisy attitude, he couldn't do much about it. When the other returned with the purell, he sighed and laid out another strip of his pant leg before pouring most of the bottle out on it. After letting it evaporate, he folded the strip of cloth up into a pad of make-shift gauze and clenched his teeth. The colonel gripped the jagged metal in his and suppressed a howl of pain as he carefully pulled it out. With that done, Carter quickly pressed the sanitized cloth against the hole in his leg and affixed it with a final strip of cloth from his pant leg. "Fuck... If we make it back, I'm making sure that fire happy soldier gives me two hundred fucking pushups..." The colonel laughed, joking with himself. Horus was never a talkative one, so he left him be. Besides... He was harder headed than a bull. 

(I couldn't think of much to do for now, I'm sorry.)