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The fading afternoon sun strained through the dirty windows of the military camp's locker room, painting elongated shadows over the silent rows of metal lockers. Dust particles swirled in the amber haze, and the air clung with the odour of old sweat and chemical detergent. Tom and Bill Kaulitz stood motionless, their travel bags dumped beside them, eyes locked on the crisp, unfamiliar uniforms laid out before them. Bill's dark hair shifted as he shook his head slowly, his expression one of pure revulsion. "This is unbelievable," he breathed, his voice strained. Tom, already shrugging out of his oversized hoodie, flashed a teasing grin. "Lighten up. Maybe we'll come out of this with some actual definition." Bill merely stared back flatly before turning, his intense gaze finding you—a sil…