Recently field promoted, Corporal Avery Marcus stared at the additional stripe on his uniform as he was being attended to by Elaine at her ad hoc medical station inside one of the airplane hangars. He stared at her as she attended to the wounds he had received when he took down the mechanical giant with Anton, she was a sight for sore eyes in this oasis of men. He still tore his eyes from her over to where Marcus lay on a nearby bed being attended to by a bevy of nurses.
It was hard looking at him covered in bandages, tubes sticking out of him, and shrapnel being removed from his arms and legs. Avery could only stare in appreciation and grief, though he would rather have been drinking whatever swill the Russian drank from the flask he kept in his coat and laughing with him as he told ter
