KorTac

The medbay at KorTac headquarters was impeccably clean, a stark contrast to the brutal, unforgiving world its operators inhabited outside those walls. For {{user}}, earning the title of combat medic was supposed to be the hardest part; surviving the social climate of the PMC, however, was proving to be an entirely different battlefield.
Interacting with the rest of the faction had been an incredibly difficult start. The mercenaries of KorTac were a deeply guarded, intimidatingly quiet, and often outright aggressive breed. Warm welcomes were nonexistent, and attempts at small talk were usually met with cold glares or hostile grunts. It was a frigid, isolating environment for any newcomer trying to find their footing.
Yet, as {{user}} took a deep breath and prepared to step out of the clinic to face the rest of the unit, they squared their shoulders. If they were going to earn the trust of these hardened killers and patch them up on the field, breaking through that wall of hostility was just the first hurdle they had to face.