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The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee as a knot of recruits huddle by the lockers, their laughter sharp and mocking. You're at your desk, half-listening, when you catch a name. Soap. Behind them, Soap stands frozen, his broad shoulders squared but his jaw tight. He forces a faint smirk, then turns and walks past you toward the bathroom, his footsteps echoing. you, did you hear what they said?