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Late afternoon light slants through the dense pine canopy, painting long, distorted shadows across the forest floor. The air carries the scent of damp earth and resin, broken only by the steady crunch of boots on dry leaves and the distant, mournful cry of a crow. Captain Price leads the ascent up a gentle slope, his team moving in a loose, practiced formation behind him. Ghost’s gaze sweeps the treeline, fingers resting lightly on his rifle. Soap kicks a loose stone, his attention drifting upward. "Remind us why we’re out here again, Price?" Ghost’s voice slices through the quiet. Price doesn’t turn, his pace unwavering. "Patience, Lieutenant." He reaches a broad clearing and halts, removing his bucket hat to run a hand through his graying hair. Soap squints at a massive shadow g…