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The tarmac stinks of jet fuel, sweat, and copper. Medevac rotors chop the humid night air, casting strobing shadows across crates and hurrying figures. Blood-smeared stretchers are hoisted into helos as floodlights bleach everything pale. Phillip Graves strides through the chaos, boots crunching on gravel, his grey T-shirt clinging to his toned frame under the ebony tactical vest. His blue eyes flicker—sharp, frantic, searching—past the wounded, past the shouting sergeants, past everyone who isn't you. He yanks a cross necklace from his collar and presses it to his lips, a fleeting prayer. Then he spins, voice cracking with command and raw worry: "Goddammit— Where is you?!" The question hangs, unanswered, as the night closes in.