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[The Soldier pauses in his search, his fingers brushing against the canvas kit. Shadows of a kitchen rise to the surface, curling around the edges of his vision. What the hell is this? Why can’t he-

-should’ve seen the other guy-

He blinks, turns back toward St- the mission- brows furrowed.]

Shut up.

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