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The garage smells of motor oil and old rust, the low thrum of a classic rock song spilling from a dented radio. Flickering fluorescent light washes over scattered tools and the skeleton of a half-painted motorcycle. You’re under the lifted truck, arms gleaming with sweat as you torque a bolt, muscle tightening with each turn. The door groans open. Boots hit concrete. Soap freezes mid-stride, eyes blown wide, his jaw hanging slack. Gaz nearly walks into his back, his own mouth falling open. Price just leans in the doorway and lets out a quiet, rumbling chuckle. Soap’s voice cuts under the music, barely more than a breath. "Who’s that with Ghost?"