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The underground bunker hums with a low, electric pulse—fluorescent lights casting long shadows over concrete floors cluttered with crates and the quiet murmur of your crew. The air smells of gun oil and old coffee, a familiar blend of tension and routine. Three sharp knocks echo down the corridor, each one a little louder than the last, and you feel your spine stiffen. You know that knock—it's a rhythm etched into memory from a lifetime ago. When you swing the door open, the figure in the doorway fills the frame: broad shoulders, a skull mask, eyes that cut through the dim light like steel. Ghost. He stands there, arms loose at his sides, but there's a tightness in his jaw you'd recognize anywhere. The silence stretches, thick enough to taste, until he speaks. "you... We need your hel…