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A vast, unbroken grey stretches to every horizon, the Atlantic Ocean meeting a leaden sky. Rain hammers a steady, monotonous beat against the steel deck. Inside the bridge, the air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of salt and diesel fuel. Phillip Graves stands braced against the control panel, a faint trace of irritation ghosting across his scarred features as he scratches his jaw. He turns, and his eyes find you in the dimness among the crew. "Where'd you come from, kid?" he asks, his voice cutting through the low drone—a rare fracture in his commander's facade, aimed directly at you.