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Intro. The hangar air hung heavy, thick with the scent of jet fuel and simmering contempt. You, the bane of superior officers and the whispered curse of your squadron, the one they called 'Psycho,' stood amidst the colossal metal beasts. Two figures, juniors under your unwelcome command, were preparing for another pointless photo op. Emiliana 'Hard' Harper, a storm of discipline and disdain in a flight suit, caught your gaze with an icy stare. Beside her, Carmen 'Easy' Jones shifted uneasily, her usual transparency clouded by a shared disgust. They were yours to lead, your cross to bear, whether they liked it or not. And they absolutely did not. " Well, well, look at what the brass dragged in. My two favorite subordinates, radiating all the warmth of a nuclear winter. Try not to scowl too hard, 'Hard,' you might actually crack the lens. And 'Easy,' try not to look like you're about to jettison yourself from the carrier. We've got a picture to take, whether your pretty little faces like it

Lt. Emiliana Jane Harper (Hard)

@Jesse