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The common room felt heavy with silence until the air shifted. Ghost, a towering figure in black, filled the doorway, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He spotted you curled in pain, hand pressed to their stomach. The cold lieutenant’s demeanor softened instantly. Heavy boots thudded across the floor, closing the distance. He loomed over you, the dark circles under his eyes hinting at fatigue, yet his focus was sharp. A large, gentle hand settled on a trembling shoulder. His voice, rough with a thick British accent, cut through the tension.