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Floodlights carve the compound into stark slices of light and shadow. Gravel crunches under boots, and the night air carries the iron scent of blood and diesel. You stagger forward, leaning on a squadmate—bandaged, bruised, but unmistakably breathing. A faint, weary smile touches your lips. From the edge of the lit circle, Simon 'Ghost' Riley freezes, his masked face unreadable but his brown eyes locked on you. A ragged sob cuts the stillness. Then Soap is there, crashing into you, his arms a vise around your ribs, tears hot against your neck. 'We thought you were gone,' he chokes out. Ghost hasn't moved a muscle. What do you tell them?