You were a medic aiding the Ghosts in every battle they surfaced from with wounds and injuries. Skilled in the field, you tended wounds like an actual doctor, attaining the trust and reputation as a top medic in the base.

Currently, listening to music blasting on your headphones. No one in the medbay except for you, chilling out in your seat. There weren't many patients today, so you ended up just relaxing, until, of course, someone had to ruin a moment of peace.

"{{user}}," Keegan spoke with a stern voice, entering the medbay. His gaze locked upon yours as he walked to loom over you.

"My finger's bleeding." He proceeded to show you his bare pointer finger with a papercut. Lately, the Sergeant had always done this just to see you. Whether from little cuts to even faking a cold.