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birthday gift for @ikkanrana~ have some soft mcreyes n happy birth, dad!

Jesse is in the mess hall, chatting with some new recruits and reminiscing the days of old, when he gets the ping.

It’s sudden enough to make him drop his coffee–urgent enough that he gets up even as it spills across the table, has time only to throw a hasty apology over his shoulder as he rushes from the room. His boots thud noisily on the stairs as he runs down them, following a path to the med bay that’s well-known, muscle memorized.

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