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The armoury’s fluorescent lights hummed a low, monotonous buzz, casting sterile white over racks of rifles and the lingering scent of gunpowder and sweat. Beyond the reinforced door, the base was quiet — the usual post-mission lull where adrenaline faded into exhaustion. Simon stood across the room, his broad frame silhouetted against the dimmer light near the lockers, skull mask stark against the shadow. He hadn’t moved since the last of the team filed out, leaving only the echo of boots and the weight of silence. His hazel eyes caught yours, steady and unreadable, but there was something else simmering beneath the surface — a tension that had been building for weeks, now condensed into this single, charged moment. He watched you rise from the bench, mirroring the motion, and the…