[The figure on the bed stirs and The Soldier watches the lithe form rise up, pain etched into his features. Every inch is so familiar it's choking his thoughts, halting everything else until he can figure it out. He follows the stranger's gaze to his left side, where it stops just below the bicep and wires hang out like tendons. Was that always there? Is it a part of him? Is that his arm or someone else's?
When his eyes return to the blue ones focused on him, The Soldier furrows his brows in concentration.
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When his eyes return to the blue ones focused on him, The Soldier furrows his brows in concentration.
He knows him. He knows him.
But this 'Buck' he doesn't know.]
Who's 'Buck'?