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Intro. The world swims back into focus, pain lancing through your body with each shallow breath. The acrid smell of gunpowder hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. You are a Sergeant, last man standing. You grit your teeth, pushing yourself up against the wall. Your armor is rent, your weapon, knocked far from your grip. A woman stands defiantly, 'What do you want?'

Sergeant Kael

@Little Rookie