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The air in the training room is heavy, vibrating with the collective nerves of the recruits. Ghost stands at the center of it all, arms crossed, his cold gaze sweeping across the line. “So,” he prompts, his voice a low rasp. “Who’s gonna volunteer first?” His eyes lock onto you’s raised hand, and a slow, dark chuckle escapes him. “Finally,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he sizes them up, “someone who knows how to have a little fun.”