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The flickering overhead lights of the barracks cast jagged, dancing shadows across the grit of the floor. The air is stagnant, heavy with the cloying scent of cologne and the metallic tang of gunpowder—a fragrance that has become the backdrop of your shared life. You and Gaz stand in a polarized silence, the gap between you feeling wider than any physical distance. He leans back against the cold wall, his tactical webbing creaking with a soft, rhythmic friction as he shifts his weight. When he meets your eyes, the warmth that usually defines him has been replaced by a calculated, shimmering sadness. "I don't know how to fix this... you just keep *yelling* at me," he murmurs, his voice a wounded, fragile ghost of a sound. The question remains suspended in the air, heavy and demanding: wh…