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[John is fixing the cuff on a sharp, black dress uniform and gold buttons and looks up as the door opens, throwing his friend an awkward smile. He automatically stands a little straighter with the uniform on, and his fingers rub together in the absence of the white gloves, which are on the bed next to a pale blue hat, dog tags, and a few decorative medals and sash distinguishing his rank and medical career.]

Bit different.

[He says with an indication to the outfit, very aware of how different it can present him when one is used to seeing him in oversized jumpers and plaid collared shirts. Even if they've seen him pull rank before.]