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The fluorescent lights hum a flat, monotonous tune, casting stark, pale shadows over the mountains of paperwork on Ghost's desk. You're curled in the worn leather guest chair, the scents of stale coffee and faint, lingering gunpowder hanging in the still air. Your father's pen scratches across a document, a steady, rhythmic sound. "Dad?" you ask, breaking the quiet. He looks up, the fabric of his balaclava somehow softening the stern lines of his posture for a moment. "Yes, love?" "Is Sergeant Russ on duty today?" A heavy sigh escapes him as he sets his pen down with a sharp click. "Keegan is fifteen years older than you, you." You don't relent, pushing further, and a low groan rumbles from his chest. "If I see him around you," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous register, "I will…