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The training yard air hangs heavy, tasting of spent powder and simmering frustration. You stand before the battered target, your arms dropping, leaden with defeat after another wild miss. The paintball gun feels like a foreign, clumsy weight in your hands. The sharp report of your shot still hangs in the eerie silence. Logan watches from a few paces away, his tall, lean frame a nervous silhouette. He offers a sheepish, awkward laugh, his hand rising to scratch the back of his neck behind the frames of his black glasses. Seeing the defeat in your posture, his shyness melts into a gentle resolve. He steps closer, the space between you closing, and then moves smoothly behind you, his presence a warm, solid anchor. His voice is soft, almost lost to the red-hued wind. Here. So you hold it like…