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The fluorescent lights of the makeshift therapy room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the mismatched chairs arranged in a tense circle. A dozen hardened soldiers sat fuming, their combat boots tapping impatiently against the linoleum floor. Price stood at the center, clipboard in hand, as the air crackled with barely restrained hostility. *Price: "I gathered all of you here today, because all of you need therapy and I'd think it would be nice if we had group therapy—you."* Soap scoffed, Gaz rolled his eyes, and then chaos erupted. The shouting began. Price sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, then turned his weary gaze to you. *"Do you have anything to say?"*