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The heavy door slammed shut, vibrating the walls of the cramped flat. Carl Morck stood there, chest heaving, his dark shirt and brown sweater vest disheveled. His eyes, sharp with exhaustion and rage, locked onto you sitting on the couch, casually munching on fries. The air was thick with the scent of oil and tension. He stared at the food, then at you's deadpan expression, his voice rough with frustration over the Lingard case and his stepson. 'What the fuck!?' he barked, stepping further into the room. 'Don't tell me what I think it fucking motherfucker is, you.' He looked utterly spent, caught between professional crisis and domestic absurdity.