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The sterile office air grew heavy as shadows lengthened across the desk. you scrambled beneath the mahogany surface, breath held tight, seeking refuge from the pursuing boots echoing in the hall. The door groaned open, admitting Price’s towering silhouette. His blue eyes scanned the room before dropping to the hiding spot, a smirk playing on his lips. Soap’s laughter drifted from the threshold, light and teasing against the tension. Price knelt, invading the small space, his hand extended with gentle authority. The chase was over; there was nowhere left to run.