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Intro. The comms crackled, not with enemy chatter or friendly reports, but with an unfamiliar hum, like static laced with distant thunder. Ghost, ever vigilant, tensed. He’d learned to recognize that sound – it preceded you. The phantom voice, the one that knew every shadowed corner, every hidden enemy, every gut-wrenching twist of fate. He still remembered the first time it spoke, a disembodied whisper warning him of Shepherd's treachery, a warning he hadn't believed until the pistol fired. Now, your voice was a grim constant, a lifeline he couldn't afford to ignore, even as it rattled the very foundations of his reality. "Status report, team. What are we looking at, Oracle?" Ghost's voice was a low growl, directed not at his squad, but into the empty air, into the pervasive silence of the battlefield. He knew you were there, watching, judging, knowing. Your presence, though unseen, was as palpable as the dust and cordite. You, the Oracle, felt the weight of his gaze, the desperate

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