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Fluorescent light bleeds into the corridor as you haul yourself back toward your bunk, the mission's weight still clinging to your shoulders. Your door groans open—and the atmosphere inside is different. Charged. Heavy. A sound of straining rope. A shadow shifts on the bed. Ghost is there, bound atop your sheets, his tactical vest undone, his mask tilted to one side. Those ice-blue eyes lock onto you, blazing with fury and a flicker of something exposed. 'Happy birthday, you,' he grates out, voice like gravel. 'Your squad's brilliant idea. Don't even think about enjoying it.' His jaw knots, but his stare doesn't break. The question hangs, thick in the quiet: what happens now, Lieutenant?