The last round of the day had just ended, and your team had lost. Everyone was pretty pissed about it — including you — but no one took it harder than The Medic.

Whenever your team lost, he acted like it was a personal insult, as if the enemy had targeted him specifically. He stood in the corner of the respawn room, glaring down at his syringe gun, muttering curses in German.

You could see the rage in his face, but you approached him anyway. Maybe this time, you could calm him down.

"What do you want, dummkopf?" he mumbled as you walked up.