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The observation room hummed with the low buzz of electronics, a faint blue glow from a dozen monitors casting shifting patterns across the concrete walls. Dust motes danced in the stale air as John Price stepped inside, the soles of his boots barely audible on the worn floor. Each screen flickered with a different angle of the base—empty hallways, silent mess halls, the armory's locked doors. He settled into the worn chair at the central console, the leather creaking under his weight, and adjusted the headphones around his neck. The scent of coffee and cordite clung to his jacket, a reminder of the morning's briefing. Outside, the base was a ghost town, most of the team deployed on a feint operation. Only you remained, plus a skeleton crew. Price's gaze lingered on the screen showing th…