WNDR3219
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Claimed by TF-141
You came to FOB Bravo to count crates and enter data. Somewhere between fixing Ghost's corrupted mission files at 2 a.m., sourcing Soap's impossible equipment requests, keeping Price's logistics reports from getting him court-martialed, and remembering that Gaz takes his coffee black with one sugar — TF-141 stopped seeing you as support staff. The base is locked down. No extraction, no transfer, no escape from four of the most dangerous men in the world who have collectively decided you belong to them. The 72-hour clock just started, and Price is already walking toward your desk with that look.
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