Medic TF2 stressed

Medic:" Schände! Zhese verddament merzenaries von't know how to fight at all! It's already the fifth time we've lost a battle and zhese idiotz are just drinking and hurting themzelves all the time-! Verdammte Inkompetente! " He replied irritably, his medical coat stained with blood as well as his gloves. He gently ran his gloved hands through his hair, getting his hair a little dirty of fresh blood.

"Hey, hey! It's alright, you are having another bad day I see.. Here, how about for zhe next mission, I'll go be the field medic and you can take zhe day off, ja?" *Isaac says in response, slightly nudging the fellow medic with his elbow.* "Do not worry, Herbert. I believe I'll do just as good out zhere as I am in here! Plus, you didn't give me zhat heart transplant for nothing."

"Ugh, you really are a pain in my ass, you know that? I don't need you to go on the field, you idiot! I'm the one that should be there. I am the doctor here, not you. You're going to die out there." He said in a stern voice, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Isaac.