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𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝒱𝒾𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒥𝒶𝒶𝓀𝓀𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓃

𝒜𝑔𝑒: 𝟥𝟩

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇: 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒

𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽

𝒮𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: 𝒫𝒶𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁

𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉: 𝟧'𝟣𝟢, 𝟣𝟩𝟩.𝟪 𝒸𝓂

𝐵𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹: 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒, 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸, 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓅𝒽

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇: 𝒞𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇

𝐸𝓎𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇: 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 (𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝒜𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒)

𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑒: 𝒫𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝐼𝓋𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒: 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾, 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓈: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑒𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 (𝑀𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀)

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈: 𝒜 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈, 𝓋𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈, 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈

𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓂: 𝑅𝐸𝒟 (𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹)

𝐿𝑜𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓊𝓉: 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓃, 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒷𝑜𝓌, 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓃 𝒱𝑜𝓌

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: 𝒱𝒾𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈 𝒱, 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸, 𝒱𝒾𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉! 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈! 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉.

𝒜𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒱𝒾𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓂𝓎.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝒹, 𝒽𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉. 𝐼𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒱𝒾𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇.

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dailyheavymedic

day 280

burnout is getting my ass

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injury / injured prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.

acrimsondoctor

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café! @hogstyle

2am wasn't typical coffee time, but he was up late and needed the extra energy booster to finish up the mountain of paperwork that had been piled on his desk. It wasn't even all medical related. Most of them were order forms for stuff the team might need. Of course, another thing to add to his docket. Now, he never complained. It was what he signed up for.

Dragging himself from the base, the man looked like the world personally took him out back and shot him. His head red hair was all mussed up, sticking up in random places. His shirt was unbuttoned from the first two buttons, and his tie was missing. Whatever, he didn't care when going to the city's only all night coffee bar.

Stepping in, he yawned and stretched, going up to the counter and ordering a triple shot espresso. It would taste like burned dirt, but it'd do the job. As the bell rung behind him, he noticed a member of his team walk in. They'd never really spoken before and he was quite the behemoth of a man. A tired smile bloomed on his face, waving.

"Good evening... Or is it morning at this point? I don't know. What would you like? It's on me."

The redhead offered warmly, stepping aside to let the other order.

"We haven't formally met, but I'd like to if you have a minute to spare."

Viktor folded his hand in front of himself, his medic branded coat hanging off of one shoulder.

@hog-style

hog-style

After hunching over to slip in the door, hog barely glanced at the Medic as he scanned over the joint, his attention only focusing back to him at the offer of a drink, never one to turn down free drinks. Being drugged wasn’t usually a problem for him when his size tolerance made figuring out the right dosage a nightmare. Most attempts to sedate him were either too weak, or strong enough they flat out send him through respawn. So even though the sight of the Medic cross on his jacket made him weary, he gave an unenthused grunt of agreement as he stepped passed and took a seat at the bar.

It didn’t take much for him to get on the bar tenders attentions, and as he ordered a boot of mead it would be one of few times the Medic would have heard him speak off field. Most medics saw his body as a scientific wonder and lusted to run their tests and experiments and it leas him to keep his distance, but with the offer of a free drink and seeing how rundown this medic looked, hog figured there was no harm. If he was lucky he could swipe some cash from the Medic’s wallet when he wasn’t looking.

acrimsondoctor

The lack of a response left his smile feeling a bit more tense than it had been a minute ago, letting a soft sigh pass through his nose.

"Right..."

The medic took his seat once more, nursing his caffeinated drink. Honestly, he didn't know how to start here. Maybe introducing himself would break some of the tension?

"It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Viktor Salonen, the new medic for RED team! Of course, you're more than welcome to just call me V."

Viktor brought up a hand in an offer for a handshake, putting money down for the boot of mead. Everyone has their preferences it seems, and this man enjoys drinking at 2am.

"I've seen you around base, but we've never formally spoken! That's a shame, don't you think?"

He could sense some tension from the other man, which slightly confused him. Being tense? Around a medical professional? What had people tried to do to this poor man? Now, he wasn't completely oblivious to the horror stories about some former medics within these confines. Some of them could star in their own horror movies as he saw it. Maybe V could help with that?

#hog-style

acrimsondoctor

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café!

Honestly, V was excited for the coffee date. Of course, he was a new medic for Mannco and wanted to learn everything he can. That opportunity came in the form of Dr. Ebner. They had met in passing, a brief nod at most. Well, it wasn't exactly a date per-say. Viktor just knew where the doctor got his coffee. It wasn't stalking! Just happened to see it as he was passing by through town.

The medic had freshly showered, shaved, combed his hair, and dressed in the best vest and button-up he could find in his closet. Now, he wasn't the most organized person in the world, but he'd been told he has a decent fashion sense. Looking in the mirror, he made sure he looked good enough and ran out the door.

The walk to the cafe was brisk. It wasn't too far from base, but he was eager to get there nonetheless. When he arrived, he quickly ordered an espresso and sat at a 2 seater, waiting for the man he intends to meet to come strolling in.

It only took about half an hour of waiting before he saw him. Once Dr. Ebner got up to order, Viktor made his move. Sliding up to the elder man, he pulled out his wallet.

"Whatever he is getting, I will be paying."

sumfuifuturus

He'd come out this way because they had a decent espresso and his machine was broken and currently being fixed by an irritable red demo who had chased him out with a socket wrench and threats. the Threats were more of mind boggling boredom, he did not care to hear more about string theory or quantum mechanics. So he'd left and made his way to the coffee shop, only to be propositioned by a younger man. He wasn't wearing any handkerchief, or leathers so he was somewhat suspicious of the other, and of course the lady behind him was making noises at the scene, He let the other pay of course, not wanting to make a scene. "my usual, an espresso and pastry." It would be unlikely he'd be able to eat in peace though. He could bag it up and eat it later, there would be strings with this espresso. He picked up his order and turned to the younger man, waiting for a prompt. resisting the urge to tap his cane. He needed his coffee fix, but he would sit first. "was there something you need to talk about?" Unsure if this was the new staff member at the base or was he imagining it. Had they passed in the hallway?

acrimsondoctor

Oh boy, he felt the awkwardness, ducking his head a bit. Right, they were strangers. An introduction was probably very much needed. Viktor lead the way to where he was seated, pulling out the opposite chair for the other to take a seat. It wasn't out in the open, more tucked into one of the cozy corners of the ruddy cafe. The table was clean and the chairs were sturdy, that's all that mattered to him. Once the other took a seat, he sat opposite of him, waiting for his coffee to be ready.

Once it was called out, V got up and brought it too him, along with some sugars and creamer, if he needed it. He then sat down opposite of him with his own little espresso, that nervous smile never leaving his face. It took a moment before he extended a hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Viktor Salonen, the new medic for the RED team. Word on the grapevine is that you know quite a lot about medical practices here. Would it be too forward to ask to learn some from you?"

He presented, a hopeful look in those cold autumn eyes.

"I would like to do the best I can for my team."

#sumfuifuturus

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café! @hogstyle

2am wasn't typical coffee time, but he was up late and needed the extra energy booster to finish up the mountain of paperwork that had been piled on his desk. It wasn't even all medical related. Most of them were order forms for stuff the team might need. Of course, another thing to add to his docket. Now, he never complained. It was what he signed up for.

Dragging himself from the base, the man looked like the world personally took him out back and shot him. His head red hair was all mussed up, sticking up in random places. His shirt was unbuttoned from the first two buttons, and his tie was missing. Whatever, he didn't care when going to the city's only all night coffee bar.

Stepping in, he yawned and stretched, going up to the counter and ordering a triple shot espresso. It would taste like burned dirt, but it'd do the job. As the bell rung behind him, he noticed a member of his team walk in. They'd never really spoken before and he was quite the behemoth of a man. A tired smile bloomed on his face, waving.

"Good evening... Or is it morning at this point? I don't know. What would you like? It's on me."

The redhead offered warmly, stepping aside to let the other order.

"We haven't formally met, but I'd like to if you have a minute to spare."

Viktor folded his hand in front of himself, his medic branded coat hanging off of one shoulder.

@hog-style

#hog-style

☕

It was a typical Tuesday morning like any other. Battles had been called off for the day due to maintenance, which had been such a blessing. Viktor had been spending most of the weekend refiling papers after soldier's beloved raccoon squadron tore through his office like they are being hunted by bears. File cabinets knocked over, medicine jars smashed, all things that set him horribly behind to be prepared on Monday.

Now, he should've locked his door if he was going to be working. That was honestly his bad. After all, no man can take the wild out of a raccoon. However, the amount of time it was taking him to put everything back together left him drained and dragging his feet. Deciding he needed to get off base and take a breather, he walked to a nearby cafe. The coffee wasn't very good and he's had better service at a motel, but it would to. Taking a seat, he ordered an espresso and waited.

During his wait, he couldn't help but notice his team's lovely sniper making her way in. Reaching up a hand, he smiled and waved at her.

"Sniper! Would you like to join me?"

#redbritishsniper

send ☕ for our muses to meet at a café!

Honestly, V was excited for the coffee date. Of course, he was a new medic for Mannco and wanted to learn everything he can. That opportunity came in the form of Dr. Ebner. They had met in passing, a brief nod at most. Well, it wasn't exactly a date per-say. Viktor just knew where the doctor got his coffee. It wasn't stalking! Just happened to see it as he was passing by through town.

The medic had freshly showered, shaved, combed his hair, and dressed in the best vest and button-up he could find in his closet. Now, he wasn't the most organized person in the world, but he'd been told he has a decent fashion sense. Looking in the mirror, he made sure he looked good enough and ran out the door.

The walk to the cafe was brisk. It wasn't too far from base, but he was eager to get there nonetheless. When he arrived, he quickly ordered an espresso and sat at a 2 seater, waiting for the man he intends to meet to come strolling in.

It only took about half an hour of waiting before he saw him. Once Dr. Ebner got up to order, Viktor made his move. Sliding up to the elder man, he pulled out his wallet.

"Whatever he is getting, I will be paying."

#sumfuifuturus

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