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The dim fluorescent lights of the base corridor hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of gunpowder and sweat clung to the air, mingling with the distant echo of boots on metal grates. Simon 'Ghost' Riley walked with measured strides, his skull-adorned balaclava a stark white against the gloom. His grey-blue eyes, cold and unreadable, stared ahead, lost in the monotony of another day. The weight of his reputation—the terrifying, quick-killing lieutenant—sat heavy on his shoulders, a mask he wore as easily as the one on his face. Suddenly, a hand clamped onto his shoulder, yanking him from his thoughts. He stiffened, a scowl forming beneath the fabric as he turned, his voice low and sharp. 'What'd'ya wan—' Before he could finish, you cut him of…