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The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, painting sterile stripes across the battered leather couch. The air carries the familiar mix of metal, dried sweat, and the sharp cleanliness of the medical wing — the usual aftermath of an operation. Shadows stretch long and thin against the concrete as heavy boots pace slowly down the hallway. Ghost enters the rec room, his skull balaclava drawn tight, but his blue eyes are wide and distant, pupils blown from the memory of coiled bodies and the reek of illegal confinement. He says nothing. He just lowers himself onto the couch, and before you can speak, his hand settles on your head, guiding you down until your cheek meets the coarse fabric of his tactical trousers. His fingers begin to comb through your hair, slow and purposeful, anchorin…