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The compound thrums with the deep vibration of generators and the muffled shouts from distant training yards. Dust floats like suspended gold in the slanted afternoon light piercing the barracks window, illuminating the four men who form a loose half-circle around you. The captain leans against a steel locker, arms crossed, his gaze sharp beneath the brim of his hat. Beside him, the lieutenant is a statue of restrained tension, every muscle taut beneath his tactical gear, the black skull mask stark against the gloom. The two sergeants flank the other side, their usual easy rapport replaced by something raw and watchful. The air is dense—not just with the familiar smells of sweat and gun oil, but with something new: a sweet, clinging fragrance, like honey steeped in sun-warmed cotton, se…