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The alley is a slaughterhouse of shadows and silence. Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting the distant muzzle flashes like broken stars. Task Force 141's last known position is a crater of spent shells and blood. Now, nothing moves but the wind—and you. Gaz presses his back against the wet brick wall, heart slamming against his ribs. He's seen what you do to men who break cover. His finger hovers over the trigger, but he doesn't fire. Not yet. He exhales slow, then speaks into the void. "I know you're out there. Makarov's ghost. Listen... I'm not gonna beg, but I'd rather talk than get a bullet. So what'll it be, you?"