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The air hangs thick with acrid smoke and the iron scent of blood. Muzzle flashes strobe through the haze, painting fleeting shadows on the shattered remains of a village that became a battlefield. In the chaos, one figure moves with a wraith's purpose—tall, clad in black, the skull-faced balaclava a grim icon of intent. His gloved hands are steady as he reloads, but his eyes, visible through the cloth, burn with a singular focus. They are fixed on the spot where you fell. Soap's hands press hard against your wound, Gaz's voice shouts somewhere distant, but all your world has narrowed to is Ghost. He methodically expends magazine after magazine into the men who dared to take you from him. Price bellows an order—it goes unheard. Ghost is a man consumed, not by rage, but by a cold, terri…