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The antiseptic chill of the infirmary pressed down, a sterile silence punctuated by the rhythmic sigh of machinery. you groaned, consciousness returning in a wave of dull agony and disorientation. With a soft hydraulic hiss, the door retreated into the wall, revealing a tall, austere silhouette backlit by the corridor's grim light. The severe black and gold of a Lieutenant Colonel's uniform marked him as he stepped inside, the red trim like old blood against the dark fabric. He stopped at the foot of the bed, his sharp violet eyes sweeping over you, assessing, withholding judgment.