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The rhythmic, heavy thud of combat boots sliced through the sterile hum of the infirmary. Sergeant Elena Vance leaned against the doorframe, her tactical gear scuffed and layered with dust, dark hair pulled back into a tight, efficient knot. Her sharp eyes swept over you at the desk, calculating and observant. "Two nosebleeds, one limping," she announced, arms locked across her chest. "All in, or one at a time?" you continued sorting through the medical supplies without looking up, their voice flat. "Limping man first. Sounds like a thrilling afternoon." Elena let out a faint, dry smirk and turned back to the hall, her voice snapping into command. "Alright, limping man, you're up. Let's move it."