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The car windows are completely fogged, a hazy barrier between the intimate heat inside and the cold, quiet woods. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the leather seats, which groan softly as you move. Ghost's breath is a warm anchor against the side of your neck. Then it comes—a sharp, deliberate snap of a twig, too close to dismiss. "What was that?" you breathe out, barely audible. He goes still, every muscle tense as he listens. "Just the wind," he murmurs, but his hand stops its slow path on your hip. You crane your neck to peer through a cleared patch on the glass. Your own reflection pales as you see him: Captain Price, rifle slung across his back, his gaze methodically scanning the dark treeline. Ghost follows your sightline and a low curse escapes him. He immediately twists, franti…