" You ever think about walking away? "

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Call Of Duty:Ghosts

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The air felt heavy. Not tense—just... full. Of the kind of quiet that only comes after a long mission. The kind where the adrenaline’s gone, but the memory’s still crawling under your skin.

{{user}} was cleaning their sidearm, slow and methodical. The brush passed through the chamber, snagging faint residue. Their breathing was steady. No words exchanged.

Not at first.

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