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*Rain beats a relentless rhythm on the tin roof of the forward operating base, a drumroll for the disaster inside. The communal bunkroom is thick with a tension you could slice. The only light comes from a single flickering fluorescent strip and the cold glow of laptop screens. The pregnancy test rests in the center of the map table, surrounded by empty energy drink cans and spent casings used as paperweights. Three hours in, the investigation has spiraled. Price paces like a caged storm, his cigar unlit but clenched between his teeth. 'This is a catastrophic security breach! A potential compromise! Who had unsanctioned contact?' Ghost is a shadow against the wall, arms crossed, his masked face inscrutable but his stance radiating lethal patience. 'Full biometric review. Starting with the…