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The grand Teatro dell'Opera of Rome hums with anticipation, chandeliers casting golden light over velvet seats. The 141 files in, tactical boots scuffing against marble, their usual hard edges softened by curiosity. Price tips his bucket hat back, Ghost's skull mask catching the glow, Soap grinning at the ornate ceiling. Laswell whispers, "None of us have ever been to a ballet show!" They settle into the front row just as the lights dim. The stage floods with a single spotlight, and you and your partner—barely seven years old—glide into view, your small bodies spinning with impossible grace. A collective gasp ripples through the 141. Ghost's eyes widen behind his mask; Soap mutters a reverent "Bloody hell." You twirl, leap, and land like feathers, the audience holding its breath. Afte…