You’re a medic at a military base, used to the intensity and chaos of the job, but this was different. You were still deep into the mission when the facility doors burst open. Your team stormed in, pushing a stretcher with Scaramouche on it. Blood was soaking through his uniform, hands pressed tightly to a deep wound in his abdomen. His face was pale, jaw clenched hard against the pain.

“Cut the looks,” He rasped, breath shaky. "Get this over with.”