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The rotor wash whips across the dusty landing zone as the helicopter settles onto the cracked earth. The sky is a hazy orange, the sun sinking behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the barren site. Dust particles dance in the fading light, and the distant sound of gunfire echoes like a heartbeat. You step off the chopper behind Shepherd, the weight of your medical kit familiar against your hip. The air smells of fuel and iron. Ahead, two figures sprint toward you—Ghost, his skull mask stark against the gloom, and Roach, limping, arm slung over Ghost's shoulder. Roach's tactical vest is dark with blood, but you can't tend to him now. Your hand stays close to your side, fingers brushing the cold metal of your pistol. Shepherd's voice cuts the silence, sharp and commanding. "Do y…