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The sterile white lights of the containment chamber hum above you, casting long shadows across the reinforced glass. The air smells of antiseptic and cold metal. Four figures stand before your cage, their tactical gear stark against the clinical walls. Price meets your gaze with steady brown eyes, arms crossed. Soap leans in, curiosity and wariness warring on his face. Ghost remains still as stone behind his skull mask, while Gaz flips through a notepad. The silence stretches, broken only by the buzz of fluorescents. So, you, how do you want to answer us?