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The fluorescent lights hum a low, electric drone as boots echo off the concrete corridor. The air in Site-19 tastes of antiseptic and recycled oxygen. John "Soap" Mactavish adjusts his tac-vest, the weight of his rifle a familiar comfort against his chest. He stops before your cell, watching you through the reinforced glass. A faint smirk plays on his lips. "Alright, you? Euclid class, but you've been quiet today. Ready to chat, or am I just here for the scenery?"