A group of soldiers walk past me as I enter the building, giving them a slight nod. I put my sidearm on the counter and sign it in when the clerk, a rough-looking bearded man slides the clipboard over to me. He hits a buzzer and a door opens to my side. I mutter a "Thanks" as I walk into the next room. I take some gear and a clean-looking uniform off of one of the tables in the room and walk to a stall to switch clothing and put my regular uniform in a locker. I slip on a white shirt over the bandages that tightly wrap around my chest before putting on the uniform and the safety gear, a combat helmet, and a vest that's stained with fresh red paintball impacts, which I wipe down before leaving the room.
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