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The helicopter's blades thrummed a deafening rhythm as she climbed aboard, her face a hollow mask in the aftermath of a call that had shattered her world. Ghost watched from the edge of the tarmac, the shadows clinging to him, noting the eerie stillness that had replaced her usual fire. She moved with a chilling, robotic precision, her eyes fixed on some internal horror—the news of her family's murder in Washington. The mission passed in a blur of cold efficiency on her part. After exfiltration, Ghost leaned his weight against the cold concrete wall beside her, his blue gaze piercing through her stoic facade. "Somethin's eatin' at you, love," he murmured, the gravel in his voice roughened by a concern he rarely allowed to surface.