#krytzkrieg

[grimmmedic]

krytzkreig

Aldrich gave a greeting nod to the other RED Medic, yellow eyes watching the other intently. There is no hostility in the unnerving gaze - curiousity perhaps - but he would not dream of harming another member of RED. He cleared his throat slightly before speaking, but even after his voice is a gruff growl. 

“Guten tag, herr doktor. Wie geht’s?” 

[krankenklaus]

krytzkrieg replied to your post: IT MY BIRTHDAY

WAIT WAIT, WE SHARE!

WE’RE TWINS?????????? 

[killersolo]

// Starter for @krytzkrieg​ \\

Saturday was Eugene’s favourite day, a whole day with nothing to do, and an excuse to stay up late in the night. Unfortunately, this week it was his turn to do the grocery shopping for his team. Whatever. He shrugged it off and went to collect the grocery list, and waved goodbye to his teammates.

Luckily, their base wasn’t too far from town. He frowned slightly as he arrived at one of the town’s grocery stores, hoping he’d be able to find everything on the list. 

After a few minutes of browsing the isles, the sniper noticed something, or rather, someone. About two rows away from he thought he had spotted someone who looked familiar. He squinted his eyes at the man. Was that...? No way in hell that the R.E.D.’s medic was here too. “What should I do?” Eugene thought, “Approach him? Or pretend he’s not there?” The sniper quickly glanced away, he’d been staring for too long now, and the last thing he wanted was to make eye contact with one of his enemies, just hoping the other hadn’t noticed him as well. 

[bushmannsrules]

krytzkrieg replied to your post: �� I've heard that you have a crocodile bite scar...

Oh, I absolutely would!

In a few moments, Mick had shrugged off his overcoat, turning and pulling up the back of his shirt to reveal the light blemishes that coated a small patch of skin on his shoulder. They were faint, but long track marks, similar to scratches. “Thankfully didn’t get me under the water, otherwise I would have been as good as dead.”

[jacqueline-of-all-trades]

MEDJACK

@krytzkrieg

She could run, but she couldn’t run fast enough. The Scout’s figure disappeared in her blurred vision, leaving her limping behind as a result of the bullet wounds in her leg and abdomen.

Finally reaching a secluded corner where she wasn’t likely to be seen by enemies charging past, Jack collapsed and assessed her wounds.

It wasn’t too bad, right? She could pull through without respawn. She just needed to get up and push on...

Nope. No dice. Her leg had completely given up on her, and the pain was making it harder to even think coherently.

She needed to have a serious talk with Scout after this match. She was supposed to be his backup, and she couldn’t do that if he was leaving her in the dust.

She vaguely thought about someone who could help her out...

The Medic.

Dare she call for him? Why would he even pay attention to her when he had all these other men to take care of? She was new. She was inexperienced. She was a liability. She only had a few bullet wounds and here she was, collapsed on the ground, unable to even move. She was pitiful.

She sighed. She might have a better chance at getting help from Engineer, but he was standing guard at a sentry nest on the other side of the battleground, and besides—

A sharp pain shot through her body as she shifted, and she gasped for air.

As if on instinct, although she still hadn’t made up her mind, she cried out.

“MEDIC!”

[fraulinekritzkrieg]

"We don't have much time. Take the crickets and Run. I will share :)!"

     -”AHA! A HEIST! I’ll grab as many as I can! Maybe I can share some with Mick too! Now! Allons y!

[sexbonk]

krytzkrieg replied to your post: medic's your dad

No.

   Dad..      Pa.    Pops.

[batterupbostonian]

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Scout floundered for several long moments, further solidifying that whatever story he spun was worthless. His eyes were set upon the bird that perched on the Doctor’s shoulder, unable to look at the man with his gaze so stern. He swore that bird was laughing at him, like the little shit knew how much trouble he was in. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it did though. He’d seen the Medic’s crows do some very intelligent things over the time he was here, knowing the resident trouble maker was about to get torn a new one would be the least of it.

“Uh, okay so, ya see, Snipa, ya know how he’s always misplacing his smokes? Well, I found them in the kitchen, and I brought them back to ‘im. That’s uh, that’s where I’m comin’ back from, but one musta fell out inta my pocket and I pulled it out like, ‘what da fuck is this?’ when you came ‘round the corner. I didn’t want ya to get the wrong idea, so I hid it.” He gave a weak smile, his fingers twitching around the lighter clutched in his hand as a form of comfort while Johann stared him down. 

“I was gonna give that back to, uh, to Snipes, but I don’t think he’s gonna want it now.” He let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting around to anywhere besides Johann as he continued to babble. “Then again, he’s pretty weird. Maybe he’ll want it back. What, uh, what do ya think, Doc?”