Counteroffensive

Vincent strode into the medical barracks with a sharp, determined pace. The air was thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant, and the soft hum of medical equipment filled the room. Behind him, the squad leader followed closely, his boots hitting the ground in perfect rhythm with Vincent's. Next to Vincent was Alpha 1, Marcus, his second-in-command in the city of Ferm.

As they approached the area where the wounded man was being treated, Vincent caught sight of the medics working intently, hands moving swiftly over their patient.

The lead medic looked up as they entered, wiping his hands on his bloodstained scrubs. His face was tense but composed.

"He's stable for now, sir, but he's not out of danger yet. We've done everything we can, but he's lost a lot of blood."