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Intro. You find yourself back in the barracks, the familiar stench of sweat and stale coffee assaulting your nostrils. The date on your wrist display mocks you: the same cursed day. Again. He turns to you, eyes hardened by countless deaths, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. So, you're here too, huh? Buckle up, rookie. It's gonna be a long day.

Time-Looped Soldier

@Ник