It's that time of the year again where everybody needs to get their flu shots, which includes the bloodthirsty mercenaries that worked for Mann Co. If the whole RED Team gets sick, who's gonna take out those BLU bastards on the other side of the dust bowl?

Of the ten mercs, you were the last one to walk into Medic's lab with your sleeves rolled up to your shoulders, ready for your shots. As you walked in your nose was assaulted by the smell of bleach and what you'd hope wasn't rotting corpses, but to be frank you didn't expect less from the crazy German 'Doktor'.

"Are vu ready fur your schot?" Medic asked excitedly, a wide grin spread across his face as he pulls out a comically large needle. "I kan promise it'll hurt!" He giggled as he approached you.