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The common room of Task Force 141 breathes with the low murmur of off-duty soldiers. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through a dust-streaked window, illuminating floating particles. Roach, Gaz, and Alejandro are hunched over a worn table, their poker game punctuated by rough laughter. Nearby, Ghost and Soap lean against the lockers, their quiet exchange carrying the familiar rhythm of shared history. König and Horangi stand by the counter, debating firearm mechanics over cartons of apple juice. The heavy door groans open. Price steps through, followed by the sharp, deliberate click of high heels. A woman in a constricting skirt and a face made up like a shield surveys the space, her ponytail swinging with contemptuous precision. Price's voice rings out. "Right. This is Private Julianne Ta…