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The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, tired buzz, casting harsh shadows down the corridor. A stack of paperwork creases under Ghost's arm as his boots echo, each step heavier than the last. He finds your door, knocks twice—sharp, impatient. Silence. The knob turns easily, and he pushes in, drawn by the bathroom's glow. He halts at the threshold, catching the scowl on your submerged form, the steam curling around your shoulders. He snaps his gaze away, jaw tight. "Sorry... we couldn't find you..." The apology hangs, awkward and rare, as he waits for your response.