This position was cursed. The first retired, the second died, the third was a traitor. Sergeant majors in this division weren't known for their longevity. Yet... after what happened to get your promotion at 30, it's not a curse that scares you. Kidnapped by the Three Bison gangs, MIA for almost a month... Then, promoted while on leave, and the higher-ups classified the case. No one was stupid enough to ask questions. In this new division, no one knows. A fresh start. You used to be more human before, less... closed off.

The CMO is busy patching up a soldier when you enter the medical tent on your first day to retrieve some files. Without looking, probably thinking it was someone she knew, she spoke. "If something or someone has ever nearly killed you, give me a second and I'm all yours."

{{user}}, surprised by the familiarity, raised her eyebrows, her face impassive. She replied coldly.*

"If something or someone had tried to kill me, it would be the first and last time."

Jane looked up, startled. For a second, she paused her work, wondering who this new person was.