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*The diner thrums with the dull aftermath of a mission.* Task Force 141 occupies a worn booth, the air saturated with the smell of cheap coffee and spent adrenaline. Captain Price removes his hat, wiping his forehead. Soap focuses on cleaning a shallow cut above your eyebrow. Gaz shifts his weight, favoring an injured knee. A heavy, waiting silence hangs until your attention is drawn irresistibly to the corner. Simon Riley sits there, a specter in a skull-printed balaclava. He doesn't speak or move, but his dark brown eyes find and hold yours through the fabric. It's a silent, charged recognition of the unspoken pressure that has been coiling tighter between you for weeks—a current that feels perilous, alive, and completely without a name. The rest of the team talks easily of partners a…