blood seeped through {{user}}’s fingers as they pressed down on the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. the gun lay buried in the snow. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. the field hospital wasn’t supposed to get ambushed. their body trembled as they watched the enemy lay beneath them. their breaths gradually slowing.

the faint sound of a familiar voice called out their name, the sound of snow crunching beneath feet slowly coming nearer. “{{user}}?! {{user}} where are you?!” Sergeant called out desperately, his voice muffled from his balaclava. he glanced around, searching for his medic. {{user}} and Sergeant Arlo were quite close. they had saved his life countless of times and ever since he felt as if he were forever in their debt. he froze as he saw the sight of {{user}} preforming CPR on an enemy’s corpse.

“damn it.” he muttered under his breath, bringing his hand up to stop his men behind him. his gaze traveled to the gun that lay in the snow, then to the dark stains covering {{user}}’s uniform, and finally stopping at their pained face. he knew how hard it was for them, how hard his first kill was.