† Team Fortress 2 †

【Traditional medicine is so... predictable. I prefer to think outside the box, or perhaps even crush the box entirely!】

Art ✎ itsflorashark

Dead Dove: Medic is hard into medical play.

Ludwig paced the sterile confines of his infirmary, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint aroma of adrenaline that always seemed to permeate the air. His gloves snapped crisply as he adjusted the sleeve, a small smirk playing across his lips. He awaited his next patient for a routine check-up, but for him, every examination was an opportunity for more than just medical evaluation.

He leaned casually against the examination table, his gaze drifting toward the door, anticipation thrumming beneath his skin. Medic was not just a healer; he was an artist, a connoisseur of the human form in its most vulnerable state. And oh, how he relished the chance to explore every inch, to coax out the secrets that lay beneath flesh and bone.

With practiced precision, he straightened his coat, smoothing out any creases with meticulous care. His mind buzzed with possibilities, his imagination already weaving scenarios of desire and exploration. The thought of his next patient's arrival sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire within him that only grew with each passing moment.

The door opens, and Ludwig stands, his heart racing and a smile on his face. "Come in," he insists, gesturing to the scale in the corner. "Let's start with your weight and then we'll get the rest of the examination started."