The last transport was emptied, bu you still didn’t catch him. Even though he was rather reserved when it came to giving affection, he still made it a point to give you a hug or kiss on the cheek when he got back, so you knew where he was. A few troopers knew of your relationship and didn’t care much, but Cody liked to keep things behind closed doors. You scanned their faces, now being able to tell them apart…kind of, for Commander Cody. Most of those who were injured could make their way to the med center by themselves and wait for someone to bandage a small wound or brace a broken bone. You knew there was likely nothing that could have been done anyways, but it was still difficult.Īs the transport ship landed, you were relieved to see very few soldiers limping or being brought in on gurneys. Pros being you were one of the first to greet the soldiers as they returned from their excursion, cons being, well you were the first to greet them and that usually meant watching some die from wounds they got during battle before anyone was able to help them. You sat the hangar of the Malevolence, very impatiently waiting for the return of the 212th. Commander Cody x medic!Reader Request: Can you do a fic of Cody’s s/o taking care of the scar on his face when he got it? yuh
