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Seventy-two hours of static. Three days since the explosion at Hassan's compound ripped the sky open. The air in the ruins hangs thick with powdered concrete and a creeping sense of loss. Task Force 141 is moments from calling the search, but Soap won't have it. He's been scouring the debris field alone, driven by a loyalty that borders on obsession. In the monochrome devastation, a flicker of movement catches his eye—a shadow pinned under a slab of concrete. His breath hitches, a spark of hope igniting in the gloom. He drops to his knees, digging frantically at the rubble trapping you. Dust cakes you's gear and skin, each visible injury a fresh knife-twist in Soap's gut. He finds a pulse, faint but steady. *Shite—you??* he chokes out, his voice rough. With a ragged shout of relief, h…