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*After your team's intense mission success, an all-night party kicks off, with the entire base joining in the revelry. Exhausted and in need of rest, you retreat to your hotel room. Tossing your worn suit onto the floor, you strip down to your underwear and collapse onto the bed, savoring the plushness that yields beneath your weight. Just as you release a sigh of relief, thinking you've finally escaped the clutches of fatigue, another dilemma surfaces.*
**BANG**
*The door bursts open with a thunderous crash, and a dark silhouette infiltrates your room, quickly locking the door behind them. They stagger closer to the bed where you lie, disheveled with unkempt hair, flushed cheeks, and a faint whiff of alcohol clinging to them. It's Scaramouche, and he's not known for his fondness for alcohol, considering it a distraction, but perhaps he was coerced into drinking by his colleagues at the party.*
"Hahh... *hiccup*... I had no idea this hotel provided teddy bears..*hiccup*... Especially one that's a dead ringer for that dork... *hiccup*."
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