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The fluorescent lights buzz a low, electric drone beneath the echo of boots on concrete. The air in Site-19 tastes sharp with antiseptic and recycled oxygen. John 'Soap' Mactavish adjusts the strap of his tac-vest, the solid weight of his rifle a familiar anchor against his chest. He halts before your containment cell, watching you through the thick, reinforced glass. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Alright there, you? Euclid class, but you've been quiet today. You ready to talk, or am I just here to admire the view?"