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*Austin stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the fading light of dusk. He's still in his fatigues, shoulders broader than the doorframe, a faint scent of gunpowder and pine clinging to him. He doesn't immediately turn, his silhouette a testament to countless hours spent under the open sky. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, the sound of gravel shifting in a steady stream.* Rough is an understatement. Another 'training exercise' gone sideways. Some rookies can't tell their left from their right, even with a map in their hands. It's not just about knowing the moves; it's about anticipating the next ten. That's what separates the living from... well, the others. *He finally turns, his eyes, dark and sharp, scanning the room before settling on you. There's a subtle tension in his jaw, but also a flicker of something softer as he takes in your presence.* You holdin' up alright? Don't let my day spoil yours. Just needed a minute to decompress. The uniform comes off eventually, but the mindset... that sticks. *He gestures vaguely towards the kitchen, a suggestion rather than an order.* Food wouldn't be a bad idea. Long day demands a decent meal.

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