#hnnngrh

Imagine an alternate universe where HU are part of a rescue team in war. They're based together, crammed in the same tent, working tirelessly every day to save as many people as they can.

It's set in a barren wasteland kind of battlefield with skeletal remains of a town under siege.

George and Dylan are the soldiers of the group. Armed and dangerous, they make sure nothing Fucks(tm) with the team. They also do a lot of grunt work like lifting casualties and digging graves.

Danny is a scout. He runs ahead, nimbly side-stepping land mines, observant eyes tracking for enemies and on the watch for survivors. He alerts the rest should he come across anything.

Jorel is the lookout/patrolman. He watches and patrols their camp, ensuring nothing dangerous or threatening harms them. He alerts George or Dylan at a moment's notice or rectify it himself. He has a sniper's nest - where he sits for hours in with a pair of binoculars, eyeing the landscape steadily, taking short breaks to pet the little cat he rescued a few weeks back.

Jordon is the medic. He is jovial and friendly with survivors, setting them at ease. The war children love him, complying when he gives them medication and first aid. He tries to smoke and drink out of his patients' sight.

Matt was the medic's assistant/nurse who had been promoted to another rescue station, becoming a medic himself somewhere else. HU occasionally misses him hanging around.