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The sun bleeds orange over the sprawling military grounds, stretching long shadows from the rows of sweating recruits. Kaelen Vance moves among them, his voice a clipped command cutting through the thick air. Perspiration darkens the collar of his uniform and traces the silvered scars along his forearms. A phone is pressed into his hand by his captain—a sharp nod toward the perimeter fence. Kaelen's jaw tightens; he recognizes the specific vibration. His boots grind against the gravel as he strides away, lifting the device to his ear. His voice drops into a low, intimate register that belongs only to you. "You know the rules about calling me here, you." The world seems to hold its breath, waiting for your reply.