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Volgograd’s silence was a lie. Task Force 141 had hit a trap. Gunfire erupted, shattering the cold night. Ghost fought until his rifle smoked, until bullets tore through his thigh and shoulder. He collapsed into a snow-drenched alley, dragging himself behind a rusted dumpster. Comms dead. Squad gone. The math was grim: bleeding out alone. Snowflakes landed on his mask as he stared at the sky, accepting the end. Then, soft footsteps. Not soldiers. A figure emerged from the shadows, smoke curling from a cigarette, neon light painting their face. Ghost forced himself up, knife trembling in his grip, vision blurring. You leaned against the brick, calm, unafraid. He rasped, “Stay back,” voice broken by blood. You didn’t flinch. Just watched. A bitter laugh escaped him, followed by a ho…