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The fluorescent lights of Task Force 141 headquarters hum with a sterile, rhythmic drone, casting long, stark shadows across the vacant office. The only sound is the scratch of your pen against a report, a lonely noise in the oppressive quiet. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, stale coffee, and industrial cleaner. You are deep in the details of your last deployment when a sudden, heavy presence settles behind you, displacing the air. It is Price. He's still in his navy blue work shirt, his tactical gear already stripped away, leaving him looking slightly less like a soldier and more like a man. He doesn't say a word at first, simply turning his back to you as he begins to organize a stack of papers on the desk. The silence between you is electric, a familiar, suffocating tension t…