a wounded king & his angel || könig

i - bloody king & accidental angel

author's note : this is originally from my ao3. thought i'd bring it here too. translations will be provided at the end of the chapter.

———

I've been working in the medical department of the military for a couple of years now. It was a tough job but someone had to do it. I never really stuck with a team and was basically just transported wherever I wasneeded. Currently I'm in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere in Mexico.

Las Almas.

The City of Souls.

The name was fitting as it felt as though I was fighting against the devil to keep my soul in this sweltering heat. Only being there for a month didn't get my body quite acclimated to the weather yet, so I was consistently wiping sweat from my brow while I works. Which there was never a shortage of work. It ranged from gunshot wounds to some soldiers got a little too rowdy at a bar and sustained some injuries.

Today was different though. Not only was the air slightly cooler, there hadn't had a patient all day, and it was already noon. So here I sat on base, in the small Medbay, on a chair waiting for literally anything to happen. I had already done all the paper work and cleaned every surface I'd seen. There was literally nothing for me to do but wait. I had my face buried in a book I'd luckily brought with me when I heard the loud squeak of boots against the linoleum floor. I slowly pulled my head up to glance at who had come in.

It was Ghost and Soap...and someone else?

The two men had a taller man held between them. His body half dragged behind them as he was so large they couldn't pick him all up on their shoulders. This is jarring simply because, though Soap is about average height, Ghost isn't. So that means this guy is massive.

I set my book down and looked at all the men trying to assess the situation before asking anything. All three had dark red splotches cover their gear but the tall man in the middle was covered in it. Head to toe he was nothing but red blotches. Was it his?

Soap spoke as I was assessing, "Our friend 'ere got a lil injured on our mission today. Think ya can 'elp?" He gave a sheepish smile obviously anxious for an answer as the man was heavy. I quickly nodded and gestured over the the bed. "Yes, yes, of course. Set him over there and I'll take care of him. You boys can go back out once he's settled."
They simply nodded and lugged him over to the bed. He fell off their shoulders with a plop that made the bed squeak. The boys then waited for their next orders. "Take off his tactical gear would you?" I turned to go wash my hands and grab basic supplies. I heard Ghost's gruff voice from behind. "Like get 'im..naked?" There was an awkward pause as I considered the question. These two may be smart on the field but god they could be dumb.

"No. Just take off his vest and things. Shirt and pants stay on though." I responded with a sigh and dried my hands. I turned back as they finished removing all of his gear.

Well, all but his sniper veil.

"Could you take off the-?"

"Negative." Ghost responded before the rest of the question even left my lips. Soap jumped in quickly, "He's like Ghost. Mask doesn't come off. You can check him with it still on right?" I simply nodded back in response. These military men and their masks...I swear they just do it to make my job harder.
With that, I dismissed Ghost and Soap and began examining.

I was correct about the man being large. He barely fit on the bed. I'd have to worry about his comfort later though as there was more pressing matters to attend to.

Issue number one: This man was knocked out cold. So there was no asking him where it hurt.

Issue number two: Even with all the tactical gear off, he was still covered top to bottom with black fabric.