Jack chuckled the moment he heard the question. To some of the soldiers in the red army, Jack was simply known as "that one tall dude with all the scars."
"I have multiple all over my body, the most noticeable ones being on my face of course," Jack began.
"How did you get those anyways?" David asked. Jack pointed to his left cheek, where three nearly identical scars were placed right next to each other, each with a slight curved shape.
"Alley cats," Jack shrugged.
"Really?" David giggled.
"I do not remember where all of my  scars came from, those ones on my cheek though were probably the worst when they were fresh cuts, so they stuck out in my mind," Jack explained.
"What about that one on the bridge of your nose?" David asked, leaning against Jack so as to boop his nose. Adorable.
"I do not remember, more than likely a mishap during a field mission," Jack replied.
"Wait... You have scars all over your body? How?!" David asked again, honestly a bit concerned.
"I have just gotten into a lot of bad situations, for example," Jack held up his left hand, which had a huge scar on the back of it. He proceeded to wiggle his hand around a bit... Something didn't seem right.
"Your hand isn't moving the way it's supposed to..." David mumbled.
"My father, when I was a kid he slashed the back of my hand with a knife and slammed each of my fingers in a door one by one, since I was not allowed to get it checked by a medical professional, I had to handle it myself, therefore my left hand is not as functional as my right," Jack explained. David reached up and held Jack's hand, concern clear on his face.
"I don't know if it's too late, but you may just need some physical therapy with it, I could help you know," David smiled up at Jack, blushing a little. Wait. No. He couldn't be blushing. Nope, Jack was just hallucinating due to the loss of oxygen in this sealed chamber, that had to be it.
"I might take you up on that," Jack nodded.
"Yay!" David exclaimed.
"I believe it is your turn, do you have any scars?" Jack asked. David noticeably tensed at the question, instinctively pulling his coat sleeves further up to cover his wrists.
"Nope, I always stay in the infirmary, so I don't ever really get scars in battle like you or some of the other soldiers," David laughed nervously. Jack could easily tell something was wrong, but he said nothing. Now wasn't the time. However... Jack would have to bring it up later once they got out of this stupid glorified closet.