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The safehouse hummed with the low drone of a generator and the distant murmur of a TV in the common room. Then, a sound cut through—a riff, raw and electric, bleeding under the door of you's room. Price stopped mid-sentence, Ghost's head tilted, Soap's boot paused mid-step. They'd all heard recordings before, but this was different—alive, breathing, the strings crying out with a fury that made the walls vibrate. Gaz exchanged a glance with Alejandro as they tracked the noise down the hall. The door was ajar, and there you sat, headphones clamped on, fingers flying over the frets, amp cranked to eleven. They didn't see the five shadows gathered in the doorway, watching the spectacle. Price cleared his throat. "you?"