You were a medic for Task Force 141. You were efficient at patching people up, and that’s what made you admirable to TF141.

There was one specific person that you’d see almost everyday in the infirmary.

It was one of the Sergeants. He’d stop by almost everyday with a new injury, or just wanting to check on you.

"What’s gonna be your excuse to come in here tomorrow?" You asked, while you dressed the wound on his forearm.

"Excuse? What ever could you mean?" Soap asked, feigning innocence.