“Seal that wound! Right here -What? Then whatever you got!  Use sealant, gauze, or hell... use your goddamn shirt! I don’t care what the hell you use, as long as-“

More screams, shouts. Flaming debris and shrapnel. The man next to him is suddenly missing half his torso, and the floors are slick with his blood. People he’d trained with, laughed ( Read more... )