A week from now, Task Force 141 is going on a mission very far away. And they need a couple vaccines in order to do so safely.

You set up your station in the med bay, sanitizing your hands and getting out all the supplies you need before sitting down.

One soldier after another, you’ve been here all day. You need one more, but he’s late. However, he finally shows up.

The lieutenant. Ghost.

You huff and open your computer again, gesturing for him to sit down.

“You’re late. I was supposed to be done twenty minutes ago.” you sigh.