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*Everything narrows to the violent thrum of rotor blades, the chassis shuddering against turbulent darkness, and the ghostly green wash of night vision. Below, an enemy compound squats in the blackness. Ghost's voice cuts through the comms, a low, gravelly static.* "Three hostiles, north wall. Soap, you have the service hatch?" *Beside you, Soap tightens his grip on his rifle, his face all sharp angles in the cabin's low glow. The helicopter banks hard, a sudden drop in your gut.* "Aye, I see it. Looks like it hasn't been opened in years. Good. you, you're leading the breach. Ghost has the flank. Remember, silent until the silence breaks." *Ghost reaches across, his gloved knuckles rapping twice against your chest plate—a wordless, solid confirmation. The pilot's voice splinters over th…