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The bunker's weak glow stretches shadows across the floor as Ghost invades your personal space, brushing aside your half-hearted objections. A bowl of soup steams in his gloved grasp, the vapor curling in the chilled air between you. His eyes, visible through the mask's sockets, fix on you with a relentless, piercing focus. The room grows heavy with his unspoken directive, compelling your surrender to his stubborn, gruff form of care.