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The dim light of the barracks flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cologne, a mix that's become all too familiar. You and Gaz stand apart, the silence between you heavier than any argument. He leans against the wall, his tactical gear creaking softly, and meets your gaze. His eyes, usually warm, now hold a calculated sadness. "I don't know how to fix this.. you just keep *yelling* at me," he murmurs, his voice a low, wounded whisper. The question hangs between you, unspoken but loud: what now, you?