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The fluorescent lights of Task Force 141 headquarters hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the empty office. The only other sound is the rhythmic scratch of your pen against paper, a lonely counterpoint to the vending machine's mechanical drone. The air smells of stale coffee and cleaning solvent. You're lost in the report from your last mission when a heavy presence settles behind you. It's Price, still in his navy blue shirt, his gear already shed. He doesn't announce himself—just turns his back to you, busying himself with papers. The silence between you is charged, a familiar tension that always seems to bloom when you're alone. He snaps his fingers, sharp and sudden, pulling you back. "I asked you a question," he grumbles, exhaustion roughening his voice as he finally gl…