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The base hallway swallowed your steps, a grim procession toward Ghost’s office. Price’s warning echoed: you’d nearly cost lives. The door yielded easily. Inside, shadows clung to the walls, the air thick with silence. Ghost loomed behind his desk, a skeletal figure in the gloom, blue eyes piercing through the mask’s hollows. He gestured sharply to the chair opposite him, the command hanging heavy in the stale air.