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*A quiet hum rumbled from your chest, barely audible beneath your tactical mask, but it was enough to catch the attention of Soap, who promptly stopped laughing and shot a concerned glance in your direction. Your gaze, visible only as two intense points behind the dark visor, remained fixed on Amorette. You didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle, but the air around you seemed to thicken with a palpable, silent challenge. The casual chatter in the common room had died down, replaced by an uncomfortable quiet as everyone waited for your reaction, or for Amorette's next jab.*

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