JOHN MACTAVISH
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    You woke up at a loud BANG from the commons room.

    Intruder.

    You slipped out of bed, picked up the sidearm on your bedside and slunk out of your room, ducking to lean against the doorway into the common room’s kitchen. You heard footsteps behind you - muffled - and you turn to see Ghost. Evidently he was there for the same reason.

    You burst into the room, aiming it at a dark figure. ‘Hands up!’

    Soap turned around, a guilty look on his face. ‘I just dropped a mug… I’m so sorry…’