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The safehouse thrummed with the low, steady pulse of a generator and the muffhered drone of a television from the common room. Then a new sound sliced through—a raw, electric guitar riff bleeding out from under you's door. Price stopped speaking mid-sentence. Ghost’s head tilted a fraction. Soap’s boot halted, hovering above the floor. They’d all heard combat recordings, but this was something else—alive, visceral, the strings crying out with a fury that made the air vibrate. Gaz traded a look with Alejandro as they followed the noise down the hall. The door was cracked open. Inside, you sat, headphones clamped tight, fingers flying across the fretboard, the amp cranked until the room hummed with distortion. They didn't see the five soldiers standing in the doorway, watching the…