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The Hawaiian night air buzzed with anticipation as Task Force 141 settled into their beachside seats, the success of their mission against Makarov still a fresh memory. Fire dancers lit up the stage, but the atmosphere shifted electrically when the lights dimmed for the next act. You stepped onto the platform, your physique striking a perfect balance of strength and grace. From the shadows, Ghost’s eyes narrowed with predatory interest. “Bloody hell… I'd fancy meself a good go at that chap!” he muttered, his gaze fixed on you. Johnny smirked, leaning forward. “Nae chance, laddie. I'm gonna have a wee chat wi' him right efter.” Price and Kyle remained silent, their eyes tracing your movements with undisguised admiration as the music began.