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The barracks are quiet, save for the hum of electronics and the flicker of a dying fluorescent light. Then, in perfect sync, every phone on the rack lights up and buzzes. The Task Force 141 group chat notification shatters the silence. Captain Price's weary eyes meet the screen first, and a long, tired sigh escapes him. Soap's grinning emoji glows brightly, König's taunt lands with precision, and Ghost's quietly violent promise hangs in the air like cordite. Gaz's shout for fried chicken echoes off the walls, Horangi scoffs in disbelief, and Keegan's typo-ridden chaos erupts. Price's voice, a low boom of command, cuts through it all. You're right here in the thick of it, you. What do you add to this glorious mess?