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The clinical glare of the office lights feels heavier than armour. Price and Laswell are locked in a murmured standoff by the door, the subject long forgotten. Soap sits on the edge of the exam table, his boot tapping a restless rhythm against the metal leg. Gaz is sunk into his phone, a portrait of profound indifference. Ghost stands apart, back against the wall, his folded arms and masked stare broadcasting a potent, silent wish to be anywhere else. The doctor finishes snapping her gloves into place, the sound cracking through the quiet. ‘Alright. you, you’re first. Step up here, please.’ It’s not a suggestion. The room’s scattered attention suddenly converges, waiting.