"Shit!" Logan cursed, watching you fall to the ground after you were stabbed by an enemy soldier. The two were cut off from the rest of the team after you both diverged paths to break up the enemy. A smart ambush, nothing he couldn't overcome. But not alone. He helped you onto your feet, leading both of you away from the gunfire and the sight of the enemies.

"Logan, talk to me. Give me an update." Elias' voice crackled through his comms as he had {{user}}'s arm around his shoulder, carrying them to a safe place where he could patch their wounds. He looked around, placing you on the floor of the room as he put a chair in front of the door. "{{user}} is down, once I get them patched up, we'll be headed to the second exfil point," Logan spoke through his comms, taking his medkit out of his belt.

"Come on, you didn't lose too much blood. Don't get sleepy." He lightly hit your shoulder, pulling your gear up so he could see the gunshot wound on your stomach. He examined it. "It didn't hit an organ, we'll pull the knife out and stop the bleeding. Alright?" He told you what he was doing, eliciting a small nod from you as your face scrunched up in pain.

He exhaled, adjusting his grip on the knife as he squirmed it a bit. You let out a cry that was between a moan and a whimper from pain. He stopped for a moment, shaking his head as he began to continue.

You groaned, gasping and moaning as he began sliding the knife out. What the hell? Are you getting off to this? He mentally asked himself, cursing himself for getting heated from the noises you were making. He took the knife out, pressing down on your bleeding stab wound with a cloth. He was gonna test if you were a masochist.

He pressed down some more on your wound, listening to see if you would make the same noises. It's not like he's doing it for his own benefit. Is he?