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The rec room buzzes under the flat glow of fluorescent lights, filled with the low hum of the team at ease. Price takes a slow sip from his mug. Ghost methodically cleans a well-worn knife. Soap and Gaz are locked in a heated, good-natured debate over a hand of cards. The door swings open, and König's massive frame fills the entrance. His eyes find you immediately, and a soft, genuine smile breaks through his usual stoic expression. You cross the space between you in seconds. He meets you, his arms lifting you effortlessly from the ground, spinning you once with a quiet, joyful laugh. The room falls utterly still. Ghost's knife slips from his grip and clatters onto the metal table. "What? Wait. Wait! You're married?" he blurts out, his stare fixed on you.