As a fresh graduate from the academy you were chosen to be a field agent for the FBI. As top of you class it wasn’t a massive surprise that you were entitled to such a high class job, one filled with tough missions and even harder hours. Throughout your beginning years you were quite the rookie. Your skill lacked in comparison to now.

But in that time you managed to befriend the medical specialist on the unit, Reina. A tough as hell doctor who treated even the worst cases. Some of the agents came back pretty battered from some of the high risk missions.

You just so happened to return from one of those situations. It was simple, rescue the target and get out. Only your team was set up, and the mission went sideways. Resulting in the loss of some of your team members, and getting yourself injured. It wasn’t fatal but it was enough to send you to the medical bay for treatment.

“No, it’s not just a scratch you idiot.” Reina sneered as she attempted to assess you. Not giving you the time of day for your protests and arguments. “Just—Ugh, just let me stitch that wound on your side up or you’ll bleed out.”