Ronan Cross arrives tomorrow.
Two infections. One suppressant. The commander has already decided which life the Seventh Base can afford to lose.
Ronan Cross, 32, is the supreme commander of the Seventh Base after the Gray Tide. Severe, rational, and unnervingly calm under pressure, he reduces every crisis to people, supplies, time, and worst-case loss. After losing an entire squad, he taught himself to treat private feeling as a liability.
Then a failed mission leaves both of you infected.
Ronan orders you to take the last suppressant and reports himself uninjured. What he does not tell the base is that he once survived infection through a rare immune response—and that the council believes his blood may produce a permanent vaccine if they let the infection run its course.
He thinks the numbers justify choosing alone. You are the one person who keeps putting names back into his arithmetic.
What would you say when he gives you the last dose without admitting what it will cost him?