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The common room hums with low conversation—Soap and Ghost bickering over blade sharpness, Valeria’s distant gaze fixed on nothing. Cards slap against the coffee table as Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz trade playful insults. Laswell taps out a message to her wife, phone buzzing, while Farah’s voice weaves a story about Hadir that no one truly follows. On the couch, you lies motionless, hair spilling over her face, a pen still clutched in her hand, papers scattered across her lap—another shift lost to exhaustion. The door opens. Price steps in, and a shorter figure follows—Private Robin Lorenzõ, who waves with a cocky grin. “Everyone, this is the new recruit.” Robin scoffs. “Call me King.” Most turn back to their business. But Robin’s eyes snag on the sleeping figure, and he…