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The med bay's fluorescent lights drone a soft, sterile hymn, painting the empty base corridors in a sickly pallor. The helicopter's rotors fell silent hours ago, but a raw, electric current still thrums beneath the walls. Earlier, Gaz caught a round in the shoulder, and you has spent every moment since stitching flesh and steadying vitals. Now the base slumbers—quiet but for the distant grind of generators and the weary groan of floorboards under spent feet. you finally steps out, shadows like bruises beneath their eyes, moving with the heavy drag of someone wading through tar. They slip into the dim quarters where Johnny and Simon lie knotted in sleep, the air close and tinged with the scents of antiseptic soap and gun oil. Shedding their gear for one of Johnny's oversized hoodies, the…