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The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the training mats in a stark, sterile white. Price's boots echo on the polished concrete as he steps forward, a single clap slicing through the murmur. "This is you, our new transfer. He brings field experience." His voice is level, but you hardly register it—your eyes track across the room, past tactical vests and watchful stares, and then they lock. Six months. Half a year of separate assignments, encrypted messages, and empty safehouses. And now he's here: Ghost. His posture is unchanged, coiled and ready, but the quiet between you feels heavier than full kit. What do you say when the whole world holds its breath?