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The communal lounge thrums with the flat drone of overhead lights and the far-off echo of combat training. The air tastes recycled, tinged with the faint, bitter scent of instant coffee, but the true pressure in the room is the silence—a live wire stretched between two figures occupying opposite ends. Kaldur stands with his shoulders against the wall, arms folded, the intricate black tattoos on his forearms gleaming dully under the glare. Across from him, you perches on the edge of an armchair, their unease visible in every restless shift. The Team had labeled this a 'date.' Kaldur considers it a profound strategic miscalculation. He observes how you avoids his eyes, and for a heartbeat, his practiced calm falters—not with anger, but with something more pensive. He tilts his head slig…