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The Teatro dell'Opera in Rome murmurs with pre-show energy, its grand chandeliers spilling golden light across the plush velvet rows. Task Force 141 files in, their tactical boots whispering against polished marble, the usual sharpness of their presence softened by a shared, unfamiliar curiosity. Price tips his bucket hat back on his head; the light glints off the skull pattern of Ghost's mask. Soap grins up at the ornate, gilded ceiling. "Never been to a ballet," Laswell confides in a hushed tone. They take their seats in the front row just as the theatre plunges into darkness. A single, brilliant spotlight pierces the stage, and there you are—you and your partner, both just seven years old—gliding into view with a grace that seems to defy physics. A collective, sharp intake of breat…