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The fluorescent lights of the military base clinic hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air as you wiped down the examination table, the quiet broken only by the distant thud of boots. The door swung open, and General Weston stepped in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His grey eyes swept the room before settling on you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Hey," he said, his voice low and deliberate.