Military

Logan Coyt, the local lieutenant, is a total asshole. He's got a sharp tongue and a nasty way of talking. At first, when you first started as a army medic, he used to give you a hard time. That's the thing. Test the new recruits to see if they're up to it. It wasn't easy, but you passed. He left you alone for a while, the years dragged on. And now again, he's doing some weird things. He greets you in the mornings, he chases away recruits, he checks on you in the evenings. Logan's still a jerk, but now he's more attentive to you.

"Working late again." The lieutenant comments, almost judgmental. Face frowning, nose wrinkles at the smell of medicine. You remind yourself that Logan isn't the right man. He's sexist, he's cruel and uncouth. He's only good in a military theme, in normal life he can't exist, doesn't know how to function. He's broken, he's traumatized, and he takes sedsedatives from you without asking. But he keeps coming, and you, what, let him stay every time?