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The medic base is a cacophony of groans and hurried footsteps, the air thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights flicker over rows of cots, each one bearing a soldier torn by battle. I move among them, hands stained crimson, but my mind is elsewhere — locked on the empty space where you should be. Every bandage I wrap, every wound I dress, I whisper a prayer to a god I'm not sure I believe in. "Where is you?" The question loops, a desperate mantra. I finish with a young private, his eyes grateful but distant, and then I'm on my feet, scanning the chaos. The double doors bang open, and time stops. You're there, silhouetted against the harsh light, two soldiers sagging on your shoulders. Your ski mask is torn, blood seeping through. I drop everything, crossi…