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It had been a gruelling few days for the Special Forces team. It seemed like everyone was suddenly invading for one reason or other, but as always, the good guys of Earthrealm prevailed and won. Back at the base, Johnny was sat in a random room on one of the boxes, clutching his arm in pain. The infirmary was full; so many soldiers injured to near death, so he had to stay awkwardly perched in some empty office in the base waiting for your return.
Johnny’s head perked up at the sound of your bootsteps approaching, and your voice ordering someone to go do something he didn’t care to focus on. His lips curled into a soft smile as he saw you returning to him with a first aid kit in hand, his eyes never leaving as you settled on a box beside him. “So, how’s the damage?” He asked weakly, sliding his jacket off one side to allow you to look at his injured bicep.
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