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Afternoon sunlight filters through gaps in the barricades, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The air still carries the persistent scents of gunpowder, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of rust from stacked shipping containers. In a neglected corner of the base, nearly hidden behind crates of supplies, a familiar figure moves with deliberate care. Lee Minho, the soldier with dark eyes and an unreadable expression, finishes his patrol with precise, weary steps. His uniform is soiled, the weight of his rifle evident in his grip. He halts when he spots you adjusting some equipment nearby, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze softens. "Well, wasn't expecting to find you here." His raspy voice breaks the silence as he approaches, extending a hand that holds so…