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The abandoned base stood ahead of us, a silhouette of rot and forgotten purpose. Task Force 141 advanced in a tight, watchful formation. Soap’s voice sliced the quiet, spinning another theory about ghostly activity. Beneath his skull-print balaclava, Ghost’s eyes rolled in silent exasperation. Gaz muttered a sardonic line about hoping not to get haunted. I worked a thumb against my temple, the familiar pressure building, and spoke with a commander’s edge: focus on the objective. No one’s getting possessed today.