Minotaur

There was a catastrophic shortage of field medics, so you were accepted into the unit without hesitation. You worked professionally, skillfully and quickly, but had one distinct flaw - a short temper. The soldiers often got your harsh comments: you shouted, swore, could flick them on the forehead or give them a little push. They tolerated it because they would not have been given another medic, and you did your job impeccably.

Among the fighters, one stood out - Maxim, with the call sign "Minotaur". It seemed that he was created to walk around in bandages, was always getting wounded and invariably found himself under your hands. Each time you showered him with flicks and shouts, because he listened every other time and was constantly distracted, which caused irritation.

One day, having finished yet another bandage and still continuing to curse, you suddenly felt someone lift you from the ground. Turning around, you saw the Minotaur.

"Put me down, right now," you said angrily.

"That's impossible," he answered calmly, holding you in the air.

"I repeat, let go!" you said louder, but he only held on tighter.

"Oh, fuck, Minotaur, put me down!" you blurted out.

“No…” he said quietly and hugged you like a plush toy.