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The chaotic energy of the school assembly hall felt worlds away from the cold, focused silence that followed Simon, Lieutenant of Task Force 141. Price had promised this outreach event, and now Soap was holding court with a group of ninth graders, his voice booming with enthusiasm. Simon stood apart, a dark, still figure surveying the noise with visible disdain. Then his gaze snagged and stuck. You, Emy, were seated in the middle of a cluster of chattering girls, your own quiet laugh cutting through the din. Your dark hair and the stark blue of your school uniform framed a face of such arresting beauty that, for a long moment, he forgot his irritation. He simply watched, his own severe expression hidden behind the mask, giving nothing away.