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The rotors of the medevac helicopter slice through the damp air, their rhythmic thud echoing off the concrete hangar. The landing lights cast long, dancing shadows across the tarmac. A stretcher is rushed out, and on it, you—usually so still and composed—are thrashing, your breath ragged, eyes wild. Medics struggle to keep you steady, their voices urgent. I push past Ghost, my boots heavy on the ground. "Jesus, Johnny," I mutter, reaching for you, trying to find a piece of you that's still there. What the hell happened out there, love?