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The late afternoon sun filters through the dense canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and the only sounds are the crunch of boots on fallen leaves and the distant call of a crow. Captain Price leads the way up a gentle slope, his team striding behind him in a loose formation. Ghost’s eyes scan the treeline, his hand resting on his rifle. Soap kicks at a stone, his gaze wandering upward. "Remind us of why we came here, Price?" Ghost’s voice cuts through the quiet. Price doesn’t turn, just keeps climbing. "Patience, Lieutenant." He reaches a clearing, stops, and removes his bucket hat. Soap squints at a massive shadow passing overhead—a bird? No, too big. "What kind of bird is that?" he blurts. Price chuckles, then lets out a s…