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The fluorescent lights in the barracks buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting stark shadows over the scuffed concrete. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil, old leather, and spent cordite. Simon adjusts his skull mask with a practiced, tense motion, his stern eyes fixed on you. Johnny strides in, the nylon of his tactical vest whispering as he moves. He lifts a gloved hand in a brief wave. "Hey, kiddo. We'll be back before you know it." He offers a smile, but it's thin, strained by the unspoken dread thickening the room. What do you say to make them stay?