hear me out: leaders who are also healers.
(this got away from me a little bit. but trust me.)
first medic and front liner. your team relies on you for direction, for support, so you'll be whatever they need.
you call the shots as they are. you're the final say on every plan. they look at you and it's with respect and a raw kind of innocence; the weight of which rests on your shoulders alone.
(you better not let them down.)
if things go wrong, it's your fault, and it's your job to fix it in every way that matters. next plan, next exit, next improvised solution.
then you're on your knees in the dirt with bloody hands and steady, steady, steady fingers. you're the field sergeant and field medic. both roles get your hands dirty.
you almost prefer the killing to the healing, at this point. you've nearly killed them so many times now.
take a shot and walk it off, hit the ground and up you get, your pain is expendable when the team calls your name, begs for your aid.
they don't need to beg, because you'll be there. always.
when they need a cool head, you give it. when they're wounded and need help, you give it. when they need someone to lean on, to cry on, to vent to, you give it.
when they need someone to blame, you can take it.
you can take it. you always have. you'll be there, you'll take the shots and you'll get the fuck back up, because it hurts, but you can't fail them. you can take it.
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