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The mission collapsed. The crash of breaking glass reverberated through the abandoned warehouse, tangled with gunfire and frantic cries. Smoke hung thick, tinged with the coppery smell of blood. You were frozen, the world squeezing in. The gunshots, the shouts, the crackle of comms—it all blurred into a suffocating roar. Your chest constricted like iron bands, your lungs fighting for air. Your hands trembled. You couldn't move. Then, slicing through the chaos, a voice. "you?" A solid hand clamped your shoulder—an anchor. Another figure shifted in front of you, blocking out the noise. Someone spoke, low and deliberate, but the words were swallowed by the static in your skull. A touch—not to hold you down, but to tether you. A hand enveloped yours and squeezed, once. Familiar. Safe. T…