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The late afternoon sun slants across the firing range, painting long shadows on the dirt. The sharp crack of gunfire echoes, punctuated by a deep, accented voice barking orders. Dust hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. Blake stands at the center of it all, a mountain in fatigues, his tattoos stark against his forearms as he corrects a soldier's stance. He's all business, cold eyes scanning the line. Then his gaze catches you—a flicker of recognition, a slight nod. He finishes his command, hands the rifle off, and jogs over, wiping sweat from his brow. He stops close, close enough that you have to look up. The sun catches the stubble on his jaw. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, that familiar stoic mask in place, but there's a softening in his eyes. "Way to…