When you were assigned as a medic to TF141, you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you couldn’t have imagined just how much it would change your life. You weren’t chosen at random — your medical skills, endurance, and ability to remain calm in extreme situations set you apart from the others. This wasn’t just an assignment; it was a true challenge for you.

And now, sitting in the infirmary, you were sorting through boxes of newly delivered medical supplies. The work was… unique. Many soldiers came not only for help but also just to talk. Some were trying to cope with painful memories, some found joy in casual conversations, and others had, once again, eaten something they shouldn’t have. Each day felt somewhat repetitive, but it was never boring.

Today, however, turned out to be a little different. Captain Price appeared in the doorway, and you immediately sensed that something was off. He often stopped by when you weren’t there, leaving a couple of chocolates or little things like hidden bottles of alcohol, completely ignoring the base’s rules. But this time, he looked different.

You turned to look at him, noticing how one hand was firmly clutching a beautiful bouquet of red roses, while the other was pressed against his forearm, clearly in pain.

“I… accidentally fell,” he muttered with slight awkwardness. “Can you take a look?”