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The autumn air bites crisp and clean, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A golden canopy of maples and oaks stretches overhead, dappling the paved path with shifting light. On either side of you, two men walk in a silence that feels more like a held breath. To your left, Johnny MacTavish—Soap—strides with a forced lightness, his scarred face tilted up to catch a sliver of sun, though his blue eyes keep darting your way. On your right, Simon Riley—Ghost—moves like a shadow, his frame coiled even in repose, the black skull of his balaclava stark against the warm tones of the park. They flank you like sentinels, their presence a wall against a world that once took you. Johnny clears his throat, the sound soft, and a smile—fragile but genuine—tugs at his lips. He…