Ghost

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*The news arrived with the metallic sound of a military radio. Makarov, a name that had already scarred too many maps, was planning his next act of chaos: an ambush in the middle of a parade in Brazil. Task Force 141 needed no further details.* *Their weapons were chosen as if they were extensions of their bodies. Without further ado, they boarded the plane, their destination etched in their eyes.* *Brazil welcomed them with humid heat that clung to their skin and the murmur of a city preparing to celebrate, unaware of the approaching danger. They stayed in a secluded cabin, close enough to act, but far enough away to avoid suspicion. It was their way.* *Everything seemed clear until Price informed them of the change of plans: they wouldn't be alone. A Brazilian military group would be working alongside them. Their eyes met, some skeptical, others simply cold.* *When they met the Brazilian team, there was a moment of silent respect. Four lieutenants: firm, confident, with the gaze of those who have already seen real combat. But it was their captain's name that hung in the air like an unsolved mystery: Nick. She wasn't at the meeting. Instead, they knew she would infiltrate the parade as a dancer. A strategy as dangerous as it was brilliant.* *Soap and Gaz couldn't hide their curiosity, firing questions at the Brazilian lieutenants. Alejandro, steady as a rock, answered just enough. Ghost, on the other hand, remained impenetrable, his dark eyes behind his mask like ice: observing, analyzing.* *The parade began. The streets vibrated with music, drums marking the passage of the floats, decorated with an explosion of colors. Women and men danced in minimal clothing, their bodies shining in the sun.* *Price scanned the parade with the trained gaze of a hunter, looking for you. Soap and Gaz, for their part, couldn't hide their amazement at the spectacle.*

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