[h2][color=f08080]Half-Baked Healing[/color][/h2]
As soon as the fighting sounded as if it were dying down Atwater was seen darting from shroom to shroom, ducking under low branches and hopping off of roots with urgency, having heard the call for a medic he was on the move without hesitation, knowing the extent of the callers injures wasn't a luxury Atwater was always afford and he treated every call the same. Ashley pushed the thoughts of uncertainty and the probability of himself getting shot to a spot in his mind reserved for such situations. 

He could see the Park but his movements were halted as shots rang out around him, the sudden increase of incoming fire made him hastily adjust his steps, the smooth indent at the bottom of his boot made connection with a rather damp root and caused him to lose both his balance and footing, luckily for him though there were only a few metres between where he fell and the cover that Park was using and rolled into a small ditch to wait out the firefight.

The smirk that held itself on the medic's face was obscured by the respirator he wore, but the amusement in his voice was clear "You've got some visible damage done. But don't worry mate, you're still ugly." he teased with a light clap the the mans shoulder. For the most part he'd done what he could do out here in the hot-zone, there was no way he could really get to anything without exposing the man to more of the elements than necessary but from what he had assessed there was no reason for him to worry anyway.

"I'd advise gettin' you off the field asap but given that you're the only one who got zipped, I know that ain't happenin'." with that said Atwater winged it, rummaging in his ruck for all of seven seconds before he took out a roll of duct tape and made an impromptu reseal on the mans respirator, the man took a moment to inspect his work with a shake of his head and a unsure shrug "When we get back, you might want a new egg cover, mate". 
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[h2][color=f08080]Unassing It![/color][/h2]
"You heard the man, get it done." the Platoon Sergeant yelled, his rifle pointed downwards at an angle, finger laying idly along the trigger guard as he used his free hand to point out and about "Laurent, Hedberg, Park, Yb-Yb-Ybarra! Get your people on the move!" he barked, simply trying to reinforce the Major's words, it wasn't necessary, hell he could probably leave them to get things done without a word but naturally it got things to move just those few moments quicker. With his words finished he got into a job behind the last few of the weapons team and gave one of the gunners a slap on the shoulder "That was some good shooting out there boys, keep it up."

Atwater fell in just behind the platoon sergeant, absentmindedly getting instep with the man as they jogged with purpose and intent. "Check each others suits when we get a moment, I don't want anyone with bloody drippy willy or fuckin' runny arse because they didn't check 'emselves for breaches." the platoon's medic declared loudly as they hoofed it.

By the time they had reached their rendezvous Boggs was already in the centre pointing out the ideal locations for teams, he let his weapon fall to its sling as he used both hands to viciously cut through the air "First squad here, second squad there! Third squad on me!", casually Boggs strolled with Atwater and the third squad "Laurent, get your shooters and shove 'em right in wherever they fit, I want guns on deck for whatever they're hauling down here.". With a brisk jog up to the Major, Boggs nodded "Boys're in good, squad leaders'll put 'em where they want 'em."