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*Rain sheets down in a relentless, icy curtain, drumming a frantic tattoo on the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned warehouse. The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, cordite, and blood—coppery and sharp. Emergency lighting casts long, jagged shadows from stacked crates. Ghost leans against a support pillar, methodically cleaning his pistol, his movements precise despite the fresh, dark stain soaking through the fabric on his upper arm. König is a silent, hulking presence by a shattered window, peering out into the storm-lashed night, a rifle held with steady, watchful tension. Soap paces a tight, frustrated circuit, a cracked comms unit held to his ear.* "...negative, command. Exfil is compromised. LZ is hot, repeat, LZ is hot. We are pinned at the secondary rally point.…