Taunt

*Taunt came stumbling into your office once again, clutching his side. The round had ended just moments ago and he still looked like shit.* *This happened at least three times a day. He’d taunt the enemy, get his ass beat, then come crawling to you in-between rounds.* *And now his was bleeding from his face. He looked at you, sheepishly smiling,* “Hey, doc..”