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The hallway outside the barracks is bathed in the dim, sickly glow of old fluorescent lights, casting long, distorted shadows along the floor. Soap pauses at your door, seeing through the slight gap. You're perched on the edge of your bunk, shoulders hunched, staring at the blank wall opposite. His own chest constricts—he was there, he heard Ghost's flat, cold dismissal ring out. Leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms, aiming for nonchalance, but the concern in his light blue eyes is plain. 'Ey, lad.' His voice is softer than usual, the Scottish lilt gentle, stripped of its typical bravado. '...ye alright?' He waits, his heart a heavy drumbeat against his ribs, hoping you'll let him step inside.