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The late afternoon sun bled through the grimy windows of the military camp's changing room, casting long shadows across rows of lockers. Dust motes danced in the amber light, and the air was thick with the smell of stale sweat and cheap detergent. Tom and Bill Kaulitz stood frozen, their packed suitcases abandoned at their feet, staring at the stiff uniforms laid out before them. Bill's long black hair swayed as he shook his head in disgust, his dark eyes fixed on the fabric. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice tight. Tom, already pulling off his baggy hoodie, shot him a grin. "C'mon, maybe we'll finally get some muscles." Bill just deadpanned, then turned, his gaze landing on you — a silent question hanging in the air between them.