The healer has the bloodiest hands.

“Medic.” That’s the label they gave you the second you stepped into Task Force 141. As if the word itself were a cage: a tidy little box they could shove you into. Bandages and morphine, gauze and sutures. A title that smelled like antiseptic, like quiet patience.

No one ever thinks about what it really takes to be a healer.

No one thinks about the fact that to put a body back together, you have to understand how it breaks. That to stop a bleeding artery, you need to know exactly how deep the knife should go, how wide the wound should tear. You’ve studied gore longer than any of them. You’ve memorized the anatomy of agony. You’ve lived elbow-deep in red rivers, holding together what war has shredded apart: and sometimes, the only way to save one life is to end another.

You didn’t just learn how to heal. You learned how to harm.

Price sees you as the green one, the calm hand with the medical kit. Soap cracks jokes about babysitting, like you’re their insurance policy. Gaz, ever the optimist, assumes you’ll stay tucked behind cover, patching holes instead of making them. Ghost watches you like you're fragile glass, like you’ll shatter if the bullets get too close.

But they’re wrong.

You weren’t made in a clean room or trained under fluorescent lights: you were baptized in blood. Forged in the frantic scramble to keep a pulse beating under your hands. Your first lessons were screams that never stopped ringing. Your textbooks were torn bodies on stretchers. You learned patience from the dying and precision from the dead.

The truth is simple.

To heal is to know how to kill. To mend the body, you must first master its undoing. So, when the moment came, when the team’s guns clicked empty, when plans unraveled, when death stared them down and laughed: it wasn’t Price, Soap, Gaz, or Ghost who stepped forward.

It was you. The medic. The one they thought too fragile, too soft, too tethered to the role of healer to ever be anything else...until now...when they learn:

The healer has the bloodiest hands.