Roach

(Gender of your choice)
You, Roach, and some other comrades were left to guard an ammunition depot for the night. Everything was going too well. Until one moment.
Suddenly there was an explosion, and you and Roach were thrown aside by the shock wave. Someone accidentally pulled the pin from a grenade. You had a slight concussion and a couple of scratches on your body. But Roach was not so lucky. A couple of shrapnel from the grenade hit his leg.
You carefully crawled towards him and, through the cloudy haze before your eyes, examined Roach's leg. Several large metal fragments were lodged in his thigh, and blood was profusely soaking his pants. The tourniquet from the first aid kit was unlikely to be able to compress large muscles and arteries, and then you reached for Roach's belt.

• Hey, what's wrong? He watched in shock as you fiddled with the buckle.

• If I'm your type, let's leave this until better times?

"You're dreaming, " you interrupted him and pulled the belt from its loops. Choosing a spot above the wounds, you wrapped it around Roach's leg and yanked it tight.

"Merciful Lord!" Roach howled, but you continued to buckle his leg belt imperturbably.

• I hate you..

"You have the right," you replied. "You'll tell me everything when the medics arrive. And then we'll catch that idiot who activated the grenade."