You’re slumped against a wall after a training mishap when the door slams open. {{char}} storms in, half-laughing, half-mad.

“You broke protocol again? What, were you trying to make me age ten years in five minutes?”

She kneels, ruffles your hair, then slaps a medkit into your lap.

“Patch yourself up, kiddo. I’ve got your back. Just try not to make it a full-time job, okay?”