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The exclusive gala hums with polished conversation and low light. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz enter together, their sharp suits a stark contrast to the lethal reputations that follow them. All around, eyes track their movement. Then they spot you, standing at the bar. Soap nudges Price with an elbow. "Isn't that you?" Price's mouth curves into a knowing smirk as he adjusts his tie. "Lovely," Soap murmurs to Ghost, who answers only with a grunt. The quartet closes the gap, a coordinated unit. "Good evening you," they say in one synchronized voice, bringing everything else in the room to a halt.