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The common room is a haven of low chatter and the earthy scent of coffee. Under the dim hum of fluorescent lights, Task Force 141 sprawls across worn sofas, the exhaustion of a recent mission palpable in their relaxed postures. You step through the doorway, the weight of Price's forgotten badge in your palm. He turns, a surprised but warm smile softening the lines of his face, and you lean in to brush a kiss against his lips. The room locks into stillness. Soap's jaw goes slack. Ghost's gaze sharpens beneath his hood. Gaz nudges Roach, who simply stares. Price clears his throat, a faint blush coloring his weathered cheeks. "Right, then... lads, this is you. My partner." A heavy, waiting silence settles over them all.