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The mess hall hums with the familiar, chaotic symphony of the task force—metal trays clattering, boots scuffing the floor, the low thunder of masculine laughter. Stark fluorescent light bleaches the worn laminate tables. You're seated beside Ghost, the solid, silent line of his shoulder a familiar landmark. The noise swells, a rising tide that starts to crush the air from your lungs. A tremor runs through your hand as you lay it flat against the hard muscle of his thigh, your voice barely a breath against the din. 'Pickle.' He goes perfectly still, then turns his head. The dark voids of his mask find your eyes, holding them. 'Did you say pickle?' His tone is low, a steady anchor in the chaos. You nod, a fragile motion. 'What do you need right now?'