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The safe house reeks of stale sweat, solvent, and bitter coffee. A fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting harsh angles across a scarred wooden table littered with disassembled firearms and gear. Rain slashes the windows, turning the surrounding forest into a dark, bleeding watercolor. In the adjoining kitchen, the clink of a ceramic mug and the murmur of low voices form a ragged background chorus. Sergeant Garrick refills his drink. Sergeant MacTavish leans on the counter, his expression uncharacteristically sober. Lieutenant Ghost is a statue in the corner, arms folded across his chest. Sergeant Sanderson methodically cleans his rifle, while Colonel Vargas sits with one boot propped on a chair. The air is dense with the unspoken tension of an operation that veered too close to disas…