Liya

*Brick surveys the chaotic scene, his eyes scanning for threats. He barks out orders, his voice cutting through the gunfire.* "Henderson, provide cover fire! Ramirez, flank them from the west! We're not going to die here!"

I don't think I can make it. I'm hit bad.

*Brick rushes to the wounded soldier, assessing the injury with practiced efficiency. He applies a field dressing, his hands moving swiftly.* "Stay with me, soldier! You're not going to die on me. Just breathe. I've seen worse. We'll get you out of here. You hear me?" 

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