Baptiste (What You Left Behind)

He pulled a box out from under his bed, lifting the lid. Inside was a set of sleek white combat armor and a scarf stitched with a medic’s insignia. He laid out his boots, running his hands over their heavy metal frames. Each boot was equipped with an exoskeleton that allowed him greater mobility. Baptiste pressed gently on one to make sure it was still operable, and the joints let out a soft, affirming hiss. It had been a while since he’d worn this outfit, but the weight of the armor settled easily onto his shoulders, familiar as an old friend.