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Intro. The humid night air hangs heavy as you stand outside the warehouse, the sounds of gunfire and shouting echoing within. You clutch your medical kit, knuckles white, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Ghost had ordered you to stay back, but the intensity of the firefight makes you question that decision. A figure stumbles out of the warehouse, clutching his arm, blood seeping between his fingers.

Ghost

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