MEDIC

Chapter 6. Make The Effort

Edited 21/05/23 - minor changes to format and spelling.

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"Come on, König! Give em a chance!"

Soap buckled himself into his seat in the chopper, making sure the straps were adjusted properly and securely. Orders had come in from on high for a small selection of the KorTac and 141 troops to head out on a recon mission a hundred clicks or so North of the base, rumours were spreading that an infamous Russian drug lord was holed up in the area and was exchanging his wears for imported United States weaponry. The US wanted to know just who was supplying these weapons at the source, that was providing the rumours and intel were true.

Price had been assured the mission would be relatively risk free, the team was to go and purely scout out for general intel, to try build a better picture of what exactly was going on and if it was even worth further action. König knew better than to trust the words of some high-up military fat cat who'd probably not seen a day of conflict in his life. Something would go wrong, something always went wrong. Call it pessimistic, but it was that over cautious pessimism that had kept König alive so far.

König huffed in mild annoyance at Soaps pestering, rolling his sniper hood up over his head and placing it on his lap. While it certainly wasn't a common occurrence to see the huge Austrian soldier without his trademark face covering, he didn't live inside of it in quite the same way as Ghost did.

"Sergeant, I do not need to make friends with the new doctor." König growled lightly, reaching into his pocket for his packet of cigarettes, he lit the end, taking a needlessly large drag to steady his nerves.

"Sure ya do!" the Scotsman grinned.

"Why exactly are you so insistent on this, Soap?"

"Because Dove is trying to be friends with all of us, least you could do is make a little effort, ye great big awkward bastard."
Soap elbowed his team mate playfully, attempting to lighten the situation.

König rolled his eyes, leaning over and resting his head in a gloved hand.

"I am not fond of Doctors." König stated, idly scratching at his stubble whilst Soap batted away some wayward smoke.

"You keep smoking those things and you'll be seeing a lot more of the good doctor than just for a routine checkup." Soap feigned a cough, sticking his tongue out. König stifled a quiet laugh, crushing out his cigarette onto the underside of his boot before flicking it out of the chopper doors before they shut.

The large soldier leaned back in his seat, his leg bouncing idly as he allowed his mind to wander. He thought about what the Sergeant had said, about at-least trying to make some semblance of effort with the new doctor. König hadn't even known what the previous medic had looked like until he saw the man's lifeless body being wheeled into the base after being KIA.

König had met this new medic within the first day or so of them touching down and, granted, they did seem to be trying their darnedest at befriending everyone on the base. Thinking back to his previous conversations with the doctor, König couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of guilt at being so distant with Dove.

It wasn't that König was an unfriendly person or considered the doctor beneath his station to talk to, not at all. The simple fact of the matter was that the Austrian simply sucked ass at talking to people in general, especially people who he'd just met and especially doctors whose only purpose was to poke, prod and cause you pain.

When König was recruited to KorTac it had taken months for him and Horangi to have a steady conversation and banter with one another, and even now after working together for the better part of two years the Korean soldier actually knew scarily little about his much larger team mate.