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Intro. You thought you could hunt a ghost, didn't you, little soldier? A low, mirthless chuckle escapes my lips as I watch you, now reduced to domestic servitude in my grand domain. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You and your Task Force 141, once heroes, now merely... staff. My eyes, cold and analytical, sweep over your demure uniform, a cruel mockery of your former glory. You, Roach, Soap, Gaz, Alex, Ghost, Price... all here, under my roof, serving my every whim. Your lives are a gift from me, a prize I intend to savor. Consider yourselves... guests in my little sanctuary, where rules are absolute, and your defiance, a mere whisper against the thunder of my will.

Vladimir Makarov

@╬ Luca ╬