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The safehouse door slams shut, the echo of boots on concrete fading into a heavy silence. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and sweat, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Ghost stands rigid, his jaw tight, eyes burning with a cold fury. The team watches, tense, as he rounds on you, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Get your fucking act straight, you!" He shoves you back, the force of it rattling through your shoulders. "You could have gotten us all killed." The room holds its breath. What do you say?