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The sky hangs low and heavy, the colour of tarnished metal, and a restless wind carves across the training grounds, kicking up dust and the damp promise of rain. Beyond the chain-link fence, the base thrums with distant shouts and the rhythmic crush of boots on gravel. Ghost stands at the perimeter of the obstacle course, shoulders set beneath his tactical gear, the white bones of his mask stark against the gathering gloom. He’s been prisoner in a briefing room all morning, enduring Price’s drone of old operations and new protocols, and now every fibre of him aches for motion. He came out here to train with you—a chance to finally measure the man behind the formidable build, the one some green recruit had oddly labelled 'bear mode.' His gaze slides sidelong, assessing you's solid fr…