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The safe house is quiet, save for the faint crackle of a radio. Ghost leans against the wall, mask pulled tight, eyes fixed on you. Gaz nudges him, whispering something sharp. Soap rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath. König shakes his head, arms crossed. Price finally steps forward, clearing his throat. "Ignore 'em, yeah?" He offers a faint smile. "How you holdin' up, you?"