Tyler blinked and said nothing.  Only once she had put on as much pressure as possible did he finally wince, "agh, yeah thats starting to hurt a lot."  It wasnt that he was putting on a tough guy impression, it was the way he was trained.  Resist pain, ignore pain, deliver pain.  Thats what made him an elite soldier.  He slowly looked around him, taking in his surroundings.  "Damn when you said center, you meant center.  Its lunar lake." He said to her, recognising the area as his vision cleared and his mind became sharper.  He had gone far off course by a long shot.  He was supposed to be farther south.  Gapetooth ridge was where he and his squad was supposed to be right now, but instead it was just him by lunar lake, way far north of gapetooth ridge.  He sighed as he thought about the good men that had died.  He was sad that they were gone, especially since they were so young, but he also knew not to dwell on it to much.  They know what they signed up for when they joined up with the military.  Everyday he steels his mind for the fact that he will most likely die.  The average soldier has about a 65% chance to die every day.  A commando has a 85% of dieing.  As was clearly obvious since he was the only remaining member of his squad.  The poor souls died quickly at least, so the suffering wasnt prolonged.  He looked at the woman who was healing him, "Thank you." He said to her softly.