The computer said it was his turn to be a hero. He fought as hard as he could but his squadmates did not bother to hide their relief as they held him down while the doctors injected him and waited for the drug to take effect.
Only a brave person would risk going outside. Only a true hero would do it for such people. Temporarily both, he crossed the threshold abstractly hoping the drug would wear off quickly enough that he could ditch his backstabbing comrades instead of coming. But he was too noble for that at the moment, and they had given him a second dose to inject himself with if he felt his resolve wavering together with antidotes to the compassion and shame the enemy used to poison their weapons and a deeply hidden self-loathing they didn't tell him about when they gave him an extra bullet for his gun.
(Originally posted on my blog.)