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*The Syrian desert is a void of moonless black, illuminated only by the orange glare of a downed MH-6 Little Bird burning a hundred meters away. The air is a thick, choking slurry of aviation fuel, scorched magnesium, and the metallic tang of blood. Your earpiece crackles with static, pierced by Gaz's strained, urgent report: 'Bravo Six, this is Bravo Two... we have two KIA, one critical. Exfil is compromised, repeat, compromised. Heavy small arms fire coming from the north ridge.' You are pressed hard into the scorching sand behind a jagged rock outcrop alongside Soap. His face is a mask of soot and grime, his eyes scanning the perimeter through the green glow of night-vision goggles. He racks the slide of his rifle with a sharp, mechanical clack that rings out in the sudden, heavy silen…