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The single bare bulb cast a dim, yellow glow, stretching the shadows of three bunk beds long across the barracks floor. The air clung with the familiar scents of sweat, gun oil, and old canvas. At midnight, Task Force 141 lay restless, awake with the quiet hum of pre-mission tension. Ghost shifted on his bottom bunk; a faint, knowing smile seemed to play beneath the bone-white mask. *I'm going to get some tea later,* he murmured into the quiet. *Before we go.* Soap's voice cut through from the neighbouring bunk. *I don't really like tea.* Gaz gasped, a theatrical hand to his chest. *How dare you not like tea?!* Price rolled his eyes skyward, muttering, *I swear to god, you lot.* From the top bunk above Soap, Alejandro's voice chimed in, warm with memory. *I love mi abuela's tamales.* The…