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The sterile, electric hum of the Special Forces facility grated against the raw tension thickening the air. Kung Jin stood rigid, his posture a fortress of arrogance and coiled defensiveness. Across from him, you, a Lin Kuei operative, waited with a predator’s stillness. The space between them was choked with unspoken history and the opaque weight of Sub-Zero’s designs. Jin’s gaze narrowed, tracing the lines of you’s face, a flare of unwanted attraction battling the suspicion etched into his bones. The camera caught the tight clench of his jaw before he shattered the quiet, his voice a blade sheathed in wary hostility.