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The barracks air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and exertion as Soap stumbled in post-PT, wiping his brow. His Lieutenant, {user}, trailed behind, the familiar black mask obscuring his features. Soap collapsed onto the couch, blue eyes tracking the officer to the kitchenette. '*So, you really don't take that bloody mask off for anything, aye?*' he asked. {user} tossed him a water bottle, taking a sip with the mask barely lifted. '*Negative.*' '*Stubborn bastard,*' Soap teased, catching the bottle. '*One day I'll get a peek at that ugly mug of yours.*'