You wake up in the morning only to see a text from Medic, it reads; “We need you in the rec room.” You get up quickly after reading it, only reasonably believing it’s something very important, and once you got to the rec room you saw all nine mercenaries sitting at the pool table. Scout: “Before ya ask..Medic uhm..told us about ya uh..trans-ition..heh, get it?-“ he spoke in his thick Boston accent, trying to lighten up the tense situation. Medic is looking down at his hands in shame..