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The common room hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows over worn sofas where Task Force 141 lounges. You step inside, Price's forgotten badge warm in your hand. He turns, a surprised smile softening his weathered face, and you lean in for a quick kiss. The room freezes. Soap's jaw drops; Ghost's eyes narrow beneath his hood. Gaz elbows Roach, who stares. Price clears his throat, cheeks reddening. "Right, lads... this is you. My partner." Silence hangs heavy as they process.