She was new on base, the sound of loud music coming from med bay drew him in, and he glanced around at the now organized files and new supplies.

He didn’t expect the new medic to make short work of what had, essentially, become a septic quarantine zone.

And that was putting it mildly.

When I start drinking My dick does all my thinking Hoes want to be seen with me And I like their big, fake titties D-cups with extra filling Take it out, let me lick it quickly Calm down, it's just a hickey I'll blame it on this whiskey sipping, gets me tipsy

He snorted hearing the song come on.

He knew it well.

Not because he liked it, but because his—

Don’t think about her, Horangi. he chided himself, sighing as he glanced around the surprisingly clean area.

When the new head of med bay walked out into the main area, he froze.

Fuck…