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    Vokara Che is a no-nonsense, hard-working, high-achieving, ultra-competent Master Healer, and she spends all day, every day listening to the Force.

    And one day the Force tells her to scream at Master Yoda and slam a door in his face.

    So she does.

    And then she consults with an expert, records a holo message, writes a letter, and sends it to a Mandalorian mercenary company, because that is what the Force told her to do. And she really doesn't give a flying kriff what the High Council has to say about that, because this is about patient care, dammit.

    Vokara gains two patients at peace, a priceless necklace, a humorous penpal, and a legacy that will change the galaxy forever.

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    Soap notices that Ghost always smells of lavender, and seems to have an aversion to certain deodorant smells, and he sets out to figure out why. Along the way he changes his own deodorant and finds out that that gesture means a whole lot more to Simon than he could ever have thought it would. He learns more about his Lieutenant in the next few months than he has in the last nearly five years of working with him, finding out why such a small gesture meant so much to him and getting to know every part of Simon, the good, the scared, and the ugly.

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    “Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap breathes. “How often does he do this?”

    Gaz turns, then, and meets his eye. “Us, and Price… We’re the only ones who’d live to talk about it,” he says. “It’s a last resort.” He reaches out, then, and puts his hand on Soap’s arm. “Being his handler means being the one to call the shots, Soap. We’re the only bloody things he cares about. Everything else is fodder. If you ever have to make this call, you better be damn sure you don’t care about survivors, because there won’t be any.”

    Price had been so eager to give the order. Imagine holding the nuke in your hands, knowing that you’ll be the only thing to survive its detonation. Imagine being Noah, but with the power to call the Flood whenever he wished.

    Soap shivers, something not altogether kind or good curling around his brainstem at the notion.

    Whether Gaz clocks it or not, he can’t say, but he eventually murmurs, “You’ll need a psych eval after this. We all get one after Ghost smokes out. Even him.”

    Soap frowns. “Why?”

    Gaz shrugs. “You’ll have to ask him. Personally, I think we all like it a bit too much.”

    Soap blushes, and doesn’t have the words for why.

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