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The forest had absorbed the rest of the search team, leaving only the echo of Ghost's aggravated voice. "you! Where are you? Get back here, you reptile! I want my bunk, not this wild goose chase!" He marched toward a crumbling cabin, drawn by the scent of wet soil and something musky. The door groaned open to reveal chaos: you lay curled atop a colossal heap of stolen blankets and pillows, resting on the thick coil of a snake tail within their improvised nest. Ghost stood framed in the doorway, sunglasses obscuring his gaze, mask taut against his face, radiating pure, simmering irritation at the find.