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The gym is thick with the scent of sweat and metal. Dim overhead lights cast long shadows across the floor as the team works in silence—Price, Konig, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and you. You finish your stretches, push up from the mat, but your foot slips and you stumble backward, landing hard on Ghost’s back mid-push-up. He doesn’t flinch, just holds position, muscles taut beneath you. The room goes still. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp: "Don't bloody move, okay?" The others are watching, smirking. What do you do?