Marco Bott <of the holy booty> (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sunspotted) wrote2023-10-22 11:36 pm
sunspotted) wrote2023-10-22 11:36 pm
marco lives medic au
"Commander? I've got the latest casualty report from medical."
Survey Corps medical team member Marco Bott is fairly sure Commander Erwin isn't entertaining any visitors today, but he still announces himself well before he enters the office. Tall and broad, his uniform still looks fairly rumpled and his eyes tired, indicating the contents of the report itself weren't going to be very positive.
Even with the defection of Reiner, Annie, and Bertolt, there was so much that they still didn't know about the world outside Paradis. The Warriors were willing to help, but they were not politically savvy members of what they now knew was the nation of Marley. And so the Survey Corps continued on their expeditions outside the walls, ranging further and further in search of more information.
Improvements had been made to the ODM gear, and the vertical gear as well - but it was still a dangerous place, outside the walls, and casualties were a risk of every expedition. This one had been particularly hard. Marco had been a part of it. The squads had done their best, and he hadn't lost any members of the 104th in this, but there were other people... other medics he knew, other squads he was familiar with, that had fallen to Titan teeth and hands.
Medical had been an interesting choice for someone transferring away from the Military Police. He could have chosen to stay inside the walls in the military hospital, but field medics were worth their weight in the Corps. Marco had wanted to help. He could fight well, and he was a natural leader - rapidly rising within the ranks of the medical team over the last couple years. His calm and friendly demeanor made him good at his job even under stress - but it wasn't exactly what most people had expected of him in training. However, he thought he was best suited to this work ultimately, trying to make sure the teams made it back home - including the people he cared about. He'd seen enough death to want to make that kind of a difference.
It wasn't always easy, though, and his lips press a grim line as he comes to stand in front of the Commander's desk. It's not just the normal worry that seems to be creasing his expression.
Survey Corps medical team member Marco Bott is fairly sure Commander Erwin isn't entertaining any visitors today, but he still announces himself well before he enters the office. Tall and broad, his uniform still looks fairly rumpled and his eyes tired, indicating the contents of the report itself weren't going to be very positive.
Even with the defection of Reiner, Annie, and Bertolt, there was so much that they still didn't know about the world outside Paradis. The Warriors were willing to help, but they were not politically savvy members of what they now knew was the nation of Marley. And so the Survey Corps continued on their expeditions outside the walls, ranging further and further in search of more information.
Improvements had been made to the ODM gear, and the vertical gear as well - but it was still a dangerous place, outside the walls, and casualties were a risk of every expedition. This one had been particularly hard. Marco had been a part of it. The squads had done their best, and he hadn't lost any members of the 104th in this, but there were other people... other medics he knew, other squads he was familiar with, that had fallen to Titan teeth and hands.
Medical had been an interesting choice for someone transferring away from the Military Police. He could have chosen to stay inside the walls in the military hospital, but field medics were worth their weight in the Corps. Marco had wanted to help. He could fight well, and he was a natural leader - rapidly rising within the ranks of the medical team over the last couple years. His calm and friendly demeanor made him good at his job even under stress - but it wasn't exactly what most people had expected of him in training. However, he thought he was best suited to this work ultimately, trying to make sure the teams made it back home - including the people he cared about. He'd seen enough death to want to make that kind of a difference.
It wasn't always easy, though, and his lips press a grim line as he comes to stand in front of the Commander's desk. It's not just the normal worry that seems to be creasing his expression.