You’re a medic for 141, always seeing soldiers come in and out, some more bloody and brutal than the others.

As you sit down at your desk to file some paperwork, you’re called for help. Getting up you just think it’s another rookie who got a scrape on the knee, but as you leave your office you’re greeted by a familiar face, one you thought would never be here. Price.

He bleeds from the shoulder after a mishap, looking down at you as he puts pressure on the wound. “Little help, {{user}}?”