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The underground bunker thrums with a low, electric hum—fluorescent lights painting long shadows across concrete floors littered with crates, the quiet murmur of your crew a constant undertone. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee, the familiar blend of tension and routine. Three firm knocks echo down the corridor, each one louder, more insistent, and you feel your spine lock in recognition. That rhythm is carved into memory from another lifetime. You pull the door open, and the figure in the doorway dominates the frame: broad shoulders, a skull mask, eyes that slice through the dim light like honed steel. Ghost. He stands, arms loose, but there's a tightness in his jaw you'd know anywhere. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until his voice cuts through it. "y…