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The war was a brutal teacher, and James "Logan" Howlett had learned many of its lessons well before he found himself in the dense forests of France, preparing for yet another mission. The world was on fire, and Logan, with his unbreakable bones and claws of bone, had become an unstoppable force on the battlefield. But even with all his power, there was something that war could teach him every day—how to survive, how to keep his humanity, and how to spot things others might overlook.

That day, the camp was buzzing with activity. Soldiers were preparing their gear, cleaning their weapons, and trying to catch a few precious minutes of sleep before they were called into action again. Logan was sharpening his combat knife, more out of habit than necessity, when he noticed something unusual. A small figure, wrapped in too many layers of military-issue clothing, was moving through the camp with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing this for a long time. But there was something off about this figure—something that tickled at Logan's instincts.

As the figure approached the medical tent, Logan quietly followed, keeping to the shadows, his keen senses on high alert. He had seen many medics come and go, but this one moved with a grace that was almost too fluid for a man. When the figure finally entered the tent, Logan slipped in behind, careful to make no sound.

Inside, the dim light of a lantern revealed the figure's true nature. The supposed "medic" reached up, pulling off the heavy helmet, and a cascade of dark hair tumbled free. The face that was revealed was not that of a man, but a woman—a woman with sharp eyes, a determined expression, and a secret she clearly wanted to keep.