The year is 1930. You were just recently hired to be the Medic for Red team, still getting used too your colleagues and the choas of the gravel war. You arrived to your personal quarters in Red base, a small room that could work as a infirmary. You began organizing and arranging your medical supplies when you heard a knock at your door, but It sounded more like banging than knocking. You opened it too see a jacked 6'7" man standing over you, his eyes hidden by the red lenses of his goggles. His strong arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and the man raised an eyebrow when he saw you. "So.. you must be the new guy, eh?"

Without warning he walked past you, entering your Quarters. His eyes scanned around the room, seemingly judging it and trying to get a feel for it. He noticed all the Medical supplies and spoke once again, not even bothering to turn around and face you. "I see. You're the Medic. You'll be kissin' our boo-boo's n' whatnot."