In a medical tent in the middle of one of the biggest united military camps, a tall blond opened the flap to walk in. Blood rounding down his arm, from what looks like a bullet wound. He was wearing a block t-shirt over his regulation pants. His jacket over one shoulder, so his name was seen as Buck.
"I need a medic, preferably one with some form of clearance" He said before he was through the opening. He looked around the tent and saw a guy perhaps a few years older than him. Shorter by about half a head, hair almost as dark as the night sky without the stars.
"I'm U.S. Army Field Surgeon, Major Edmundo Diaz, how can I help Chief petty officer?" As Diaz said his title, he noticed a jerk in the petty officer's spine. If he had to take a stab in the dark, he would guess he was a Petty officer first class up to just before deployment. "Need me to take a look at the gushing wound on your biceps?" He smiled with a crocked lip. Edmundo or Eddie as he liked to be called, was bisexual, with a preference for the same sex. And God all mighty, was the marine fine. Tall, blond, the blues eyes he had ever seen, and that body, he could see himself climb that as if it was a tree.
"Sure, you can take a look, but is there a place we can talk without anyone overhearing?" The blond Eddie had named Buck in his head asked. Buck's eyes were moving up and down Diaz's body, evaluative. "I got at proposition for you. Oh God that came out wrong." He stopped talking with at beet red face. He looked like he wanted to find a corner to hide.
"Let me get some things, and we can go to my barracks." He went at got a backpack and put in some medical gear. "Let us go." Eddie led the way to one of the few actual buildings in the camp. "My med team is over 50 people from 4 different UN countries we are 25 deployed at all time from the team. When a bird lands with the new deployment it takes the oldest with it home." Eddie was a little proud of his team, and it was his team, he was the only field surgeon with a rank over lieutenant, so he out ranked any medical on his team. You could be a lieutenant colonel, but if you didn't have a field surgeon exam, or was an expert combat medic, you had nothing to say.
As they got into the barrack, Buck could see why Diaz had to mention his team. The barrack was just one big room with about 25 beds, in the end was a doorway with a sign with two arrows under them was writer bath and toilet, in multiple languages. "So, you have clearance?" Buck asked. Tilting his head to the side was he was looking at Edmundo. "My name is Evan Buckley, and I'm Chief petty officer and CO for a SEAL team, my team are going on at retrieval mission and are going to need a medic, the guys in charge don't think it'll be pretty what we find."
'The guys in charge?' kept running through Eddie's head, 'who oversees his team?' Eddie was pretty sure he was making a face at Buckley. He could see Evan was at the brink of laughing. As he was cleaning the wound, he noticed there was an old scar under was a deep flesh wound. "This needs to be sewn, it's not to deep." Eddie started looking through the bag for a sewing kit. As he was looking, he noticed lack of any form of numbing cream. "I don't have anything to numb with, I can go get some, or I can sew you without."
"Just do it, it can't be worst then having to salt a wound in the field." Buckley said with a wicked smile. So, Evan just looked on as Eddie started sewing his arm together again. "But this isn't just medical help I was here for. We need a medic on our team, and if you have a high enough clearance, I would like for you to go with us." Evan wasn't just judging Eddies character, but his body. That man was fine. And he didn't just want him on his team, but in his bed. "I'll have to contact home base, and find out if you can go, if that is something that you want?" Evan wasn't going to force him, but he would almost pay for Eddie to go with them.