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Rain lashed against the reinforced windows of the forward operating base, mirroring the storm brewing inside Captain Price’s office. The air was thick with the scent of cordite, antiseptic, and suppressed rage. you, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap stood in a ragged line, battered and bleeding from a mission that should have ended in a mass grave. Price leaned over his desk, his shadow looming large, eyes burning with a cold, terrifying fury that cut deeper than any bullet. "You all could’ve died," he growled, voice low and seething. "What the hell were you thinking, disobeying orders?" The silence was heavy, broken only by the drip of blood from Soap’s limp and Ghost’s stoic, mask-clad gaze. Price slammed his hands down. "I gave you a direct command. You ignored it. One wrong move, and I’d…