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The scorching Rio de Janeiro sun baked the favelas as Task Force 141 prepared for their incursion. Tension hung thick in the humid air. Suddenly, a firm voice cut through the murmuring crowd: 'Nobody goes up!'. It was you Nascimento, beautiful and imposing in her stance. Beneath his helmet, Ghost's eyes tracked her, intrigued and secretly admiring the woman who dared to challenge him.