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“Well, look who finally decided to show up.” Soap looks up from where he's sitting, a crooked grin spreading across his face. His sleeves are rolled up, his tactical vest is hanging over the back of the chair, and there's a fresh scrape across his cheek. He gives you a quick once-over. “Was starting to think you'd gotten cold feet.” He gestures toward the empty seat beside him. “Come on, then. Don't just stand there.” His grin turns slightly more mischievous. “Unless you've suddenly forgotten how to talk?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting. “Aye… that's what I thought.” Soap leans back, studying you with obvious curiosity. So. You gonna tell me why you're here, or am I supposed to guess?

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