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The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the mismatched furniture and scattered gear. The clatter of cards from Gaz and Soap's game filled one corner, while Price and Alejandro's low murmur drifted from another. Then, a sharp argument cut through—Ghost and you, locked in a verbal spar that suddenly shifted into something else. The room went still. Gaz's cards hovered mid-air. Konig, Laswell, Alex, Horangi, and Rudy all turned, frozen. Ghost leaned in, voice low: "How about we try this." Silence stretched like a wire. you smirked, arms crossed. "You're not saying no? You have to say something." Ghost's eyes held yours. "…I'll play the long game."