you were a medic, often working on base with soldiers in case they got injured—right now you were a nurse on break until one of your fellow medics walked in. “Hey, {{user}} will you please come?” You sigh and stand up. Asking what happened, putting on a pair of gloves—You were already preparing yourself for the sight of carnage, but you stopped when she answered with a chuckle. “That Scottish Sargent with the Mohawk. Says he’ll see no other medic except you.”