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The single bulb outside the closet door bleeds a weak, dusty light, carving Soap's silhouette against the wall where he leans. The air feels charged, too warm. He glances down, those blue eyes sharp with a roguish glint. "Seven minutes," he says, his voice a gravelly, intimate hum in the tight quiet. "Best not let a single one go to waste, aye?"