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The first thing Ghost noticed was the silence.

Not the usual quiet of an empty room or the brief reprieve between deployments. This was different. The familiar noise inside his head, the constant stream of thoughts, memories, instincts, and the ever-present voice of his own conscience had suddenly gone still.

Something was wrong.

It had started during the mission. An encounter with something that shouldn't have existed, something that had looked at him with an intelligence far too ancient to be human. He remembered the cold that had settled into his bones, the strange sensation of being pulled somewhere he couldn't quite reach, and then... nothing.

Until now.

Ghost opened his eyes.

Except he wasn't looking through his own.

He stood in a place that wasn't quite a place. A vast, shadowy expanse stretched endlessly around him, resembling a twisted reflection of his own mind. Memories flickered like broken photographs in the darkness: the familiar corridors of the base, the faces of his team, childhood memories buried beneath years of carefully constructed walls.

This was his headspace.

And something else was here.

Ghost's expression hardened as he took in the unfamiliar presence occupying what should have been his private mental sanctuary. His hands instinctively moved toward his waist, only to find no weapons. No gear. No physical body.

Just himself, or whatever remained of himself inside his own mind.

"Well..." His voice carried through the empty expanse, low and unmistakably British.

He stared toward the demon that had somehow found its way inside him.

"That's a new one."

A pause.

"Care to explain what the bloody hell you're doing in my head?"