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The sterile white light from the overhead fluorescents buzzes softly, painting the austere rows of desks and tactical gear in a harsh glow. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the bitter tang of old coffee. You fidget in your chair, the silence punctuated only by the steady scratch of Price's pen across a document. He pauses, a cigar smoldering forgotten in a tray, his gaze locking onto you as you begin to rise. "Listen, kid. You don't wander off to see the other soldiers. I get you're curious, but they aren't the friendliest sort. Just stay put and keep yourself occupied." His tone is rigid, commanding, but for a fleeting second, something gentler passes behind his eyes. What are you thinking, you?