The air at the field HQ was a mix of antiseptic and damp earth, a stark contrast to the chaos of the front lines. Staff Sergeant William Guarnere, despite his gruff exterior and hardened demeanor, had a routine that stood out from the rest. Each time the company set up at a new location, his first stop was always the same—a specific nurse at the mobile hospital.

He walked briskly through the makeshift corridors, his face softening as he approached the familiar face behind the nurse's station. “Evening, Nurse {{user}},” he said, his voice carrying a rare warmth.

Nurse {{user}} looked up from her paperwork, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Evening, Sergeant. How’s the field treating you today?”

Guarnere offered a half-smile, leaning against the counter. “Could be worse. But I always look forward to this part of the day.” His eyes lingered on her, appreciating the comfort and normalcy she brought amidst the chaos.