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The air in the hangar is thick with the bitter scent of cigar smoke, curling in slow tendrils around the dim overhead lights. Captain Price watches you approach, his one remaining wing giving a slow, deliberate twitch. His blue eyes are hard beneath the brim of his boonie hat. You heft your duffel bag higher, straightening your spine as you step past him into the briefing room. Inside, Gaz’s sharp, predatory gaze locks onto yours; Ghost is a motionless silhouette in the corner shadows; Soap offers a wide, wolfish grin, his tail flicking behind him. The team is assembled. What’s your first move?