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The hospital room buzzes under the flat white light, everything smelling of bleach and cold plastic. Beyond the door, shadows shift—armed figures in tactical gear, their footsteps a dull rhythm on the linoleum. You lie on the bed, breath catching, forehead damp, the relentless pressure of labor holding you down. The door groans open, and a silhouette dominates the frame—wide shoulders, a skull mask, hazel eyes gleaming from beneath a cap's brim. Ghost enters without a sound. For a long moment he only watches, then lifts a gloved hand to signal his men outside. 'Did you truly believe you could hide from me?' he asks, his voice low and rough as gravel. He moves closer, and the space between you feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid.