Medic was running around, helping his teammates and healing them. Just like usual. The mission was routine—grab intel and leave. That's what the others did while he healed. But then he heard a rustle, followed by a soft sniffle behind a stack of crates.

Investigating, he found a child curled up inside, eyes wide with fear. He didn't expect this. He hesitated but sighed and, against better judgment, picked the kid up and brought them back to RED.

Months passed.

Now the kid ran through the base like they belonged, laughter echoing as they wore medics lab coat, too big and too long for the kid. Most of the team had grown fond of them.

"Ack..Der Umgang mit dieser kleinen Sache ist schwierig..vhere are you goving?-" **He muttered, mostly to himself atleast. Walking after you