MEDIC

Chapter 2. Take A Seat

Edited 21/05/23 - clearer read, spelling and grammar changes, fleshed bits out.

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"Dove, it's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard some good things about you."

Captain Price leaned over his desk and firmly shook your hand. You gave the superior officer a polite smile and handed him your transfer papers before taking a seat opposite him from behind a splintering old table. A cup of what looked to be piping hot coffee puffed steam between the two of you and a small part of you wished you could wrap your hands around the mug. Despite only being outside for a few minutes at most your fingers were chilled to the bone.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain. I'm excited to be a part of the 141, though I hope I won't be needed too much."

Price shot you a crooked smile and huffed in mild amusement, idly scratching the back of his neck.

"You'll be seeing a lot of them, I'm sure. They find a way of getting into shit one way or another, so don't go easy on them. You're chief medical officer here, not their nanny."

Price took a small sip of his coffee before humming mid drink as though he'd just remembered something, his eyes narrowing slightly as he rushed to swallow down his drink before addressing you again.

"Ah, also, you won't just be taking care of our 141 lads, you've also got KorTac to deal with."

You raised an eyebrow quizzically, "KorTac, sir?"

Soap, seeing that his captain was again mid-drink through his coffee, pushed himself off of the doorframe he was leant on and filled you in on the situation. The expression of total confusion obviously that evident on your face that you didn't even need to ask for the information before it was offered to you freely by the Scotsman.

"KorTac are an independent military contractor outfit, doc."

"Military contractors?" You we're still confused.

"They'll do dirty work for the highest paying military outfit. Pretty much military mercenaries..."
Soaps tone was questionable and gave you the impression that these KorTac people weren't the most popular on the campus.

"They're a bit more than that, Sergeant." Price leaned back into his chair, the metal joints creaking slightly as it balanced on two legs whilst supporting the officers weight.

"A little over two months back we were force-merged with KorTac as a last ditch attempt to avoid conflict while based here. They're a band of international special forces agents for hire that various governments use to conduct various operations globally."

"Aye." Soap interjected. "Currently the KorTac operatives are staying with us until we've finished what we need to here, how long that'll be is anyones guess. They aren't all bad, but obviously the 141 are way better, isn't that right, sir?"
Soap gave you a wink and leaned against the wall closest to you, giving his Captain a cheeky grin and earning a withering look from his superior officer in return.

"I think what Soap is trying to say, is that while we're all under one roof you'll be expected to act as the doctor to all of us." Price's gaze flicked to Soap, giving him a nod towards the door, the Scottish soldier needed no further instruction and headed back out of the office.

For a few moments the Captain simply studied you, running a calloused hand through his thick mutton chop-styled beard.

"Soap'll see you to your infirmary, everything you need is already ready and waiting. Once you're settled feel free to make yourself acquainted with all of the troops, we've some pretty interesting characters here as I'm sure you'll soon find out if you haven't already. Good luck with them, and welcome to the team."