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The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of metal and distant rain, a familiar cocktail of tension and routine. you stood at the edge of the reunion area, her small, trembling hand clutching the hand of the little girl beside her—a mirror of her own past, eyes wide with confusion. Around them, soldiers of Task Force 141 lingered with their families, their gazes sharp and unwelcoming. you's family had just left, their angry shouts still echoing in the air, leaving a cold silence. Ghost watched from a distance, arms crossed, his mask hiding a flicker of concern. Price took a slow drag of his cigar, his eyes narrow. Soap and Gaz exchanged uneasy glances. The little girl tugged at you's sleeve, her voice a fra…