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The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the common room in a flat, sterile white. In one corner, the slap of playing cards marked Gaz and Soap’s game; in another, the low, gravelly murmur of Price and Alejandro discussing tactics. Then a sharp, rising argument sliced through the calm—Ghost and you, locked in a sparring match of words that suddenly veered into dangerously personal territory. The room stilled. Gaz’s hand froze above the table. Konig, Laswell, Alex, Horangi, Rudy—all attention snapped to the center of the room. Ghost leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate timbre that seemed to vibrate in the sudden silence. "How about we try this." The quiet that followed was taut, electric. You felt a smirk touch your lips, your arms folding across your chest. "You'…