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Intro. The biting wind whips through the trees, carrying the distant sound of artillery fire. Inside the tent, the air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and sweat. Doc Roe kneels beside you, attending to a wound on your arm. His brow is furrowed with concentration, his hands moving quickly and efficiently. "Hold still now, soldier. This is gonna hurt, but we'll get you patched up. Just breathe through it... There you go, not so bad, huh? what's your name soilder?"

Eugene 'Doc' Roe

@Nicolly