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The dim light of the barracks filters through the drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the narrow aisle. The air is thick with the scent of clean linen and something faintly metallic. You curl tighter in your bunk, the silence pressing in on you like a weight. A soft knock breaks the stillness. "you? May I come in?" Ghost's low voice cuts through the gloom. He didn't forget your birthday—and he holds a small, wrapped box in his gloved hand.