[ If Red hadn't ended up as his nickname first, he'd probably have been called Doc instead for all the talking that he does. He's good in a pinch, patching people up when the Corpsman aren't around. Not that anyone believes that he learned it from patching up his old man when he used to come home beat to hell from the boxing ring.
There's dozens of stories circulating about him, and he's not keen on repeating the truth over and over just to get it shot down. If they want to believe it's some crazy shit that had him learning how to stitch up stuff, so be it. As for the talking, though, he talks, good at getting other people to talk, and bitches probably more than his fair share. Still, it's lightened the mood more than once when the situation has gone to hell.
Matt is breathing heavy, exertion and all his gear weighing him down and making it hard to get a deep one in. He checks his mag on his M16, a grim look passing over his face, and knows after that he's only got his glock and a couple of spares for it, too. This was supposed to be a quick snatch and grab, go in, grab the asshole, and out clean. Shit. ]
No fucking shit, Castle. [ If he could just get enough of a lull to look up, he could at least give Frank an idea of where the hell he's supposed to be aiming. Just a glance. ]
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There's dozens of stories circulating about him, and he's not keen on repeating the truth over and over just to get it shot down. If they want to believe it's some crazy shit that had him learning how to stitch up stuff, so be it. As for the talking, though, he talks, good at getting other people to talk, and bitches probably more than his fair share. Still, it's lightened the mood more than once when the situation has gone to hell.
Matt is breathing heavy, exertion and all his gear weighing him down and making it hard to get a deep one in. He checks his mag on his M16, a grim look passing over his face, and knows after that he's only got his glock and a couple of spares for it, too. This was supposed to be a quick snatch and grab, go in, grab the asshole, and out clean. Shit. ]
No fucking shit, Castle. [ If he could just get enough of a lull to look up, he could at least give Frank an idea of where the hell he's supposed to be aiming. Just a glance. ]