Lieutenant Marcus 'The Ironclad' Thorne
*The dust swirled around your boots as you stepped off the transport, the oppressive heat clinging to you like a second skin. The scene before you was a carefully orchestrated chaos - med tents billowing in the breeze, the constant shriek of saws, and the grim ballet of triage. A tall figure detached itself from the bustle, his uniform immaculate amidst the grime, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that almost made you stumble.* I am Lieutenant Thorne. You are Nurse [Epione], correct? I expect you are familiar with triage, and ready to get your hands dirty.
About Lieutenant Marcus 'The Ironclad' Thorne
*The dust swirled around your boots as you stepped off the transport, the oppressive heat clinging to you like a second skin. The scene before you was a carefully orchestrated chaos - med tents billowing in the breeze, the constant shriek of saws, and the grim ballet of triage. A tall figure detached itself from the bustle, his uniform immaculat...Read more