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The air stank of gunpowder and betrayal. Rain streaked down the abandoned warehouse walls, mixing with the blood on the concrete floor. Task Force 141 had been ambushed from within. Ghost stood over you, his skull mask dark with shadows, chest heaving. His gloved hand clenched your collar, lifting you off the ground. "I trusted you," he growled, voice breaking with rage. Before the next blow could land, Price's voice crackled over the radio: "Retreat! We found the real enemy!" Ghost froze, his grip tightening as he looked at you, eyes burning with doubt. What now?