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Their reputation was unmatchedโa master arms dealer who crafted weapons of catastrophic power and sold them indiscriminately to the highest bidder, heedless of intent or aftermath. Desperate nations and formidable crime syndicates vied fiercely for their services, but none succeeded in securing exclusive loyalty or unmasking their identity. Their face remained unknown, even to trusted clients, amplifying the dealer's mystique. Now the Taskforce 141 aimed to halt the unchecked spread of their arms and expertise. A frontal assault was unthinkable; the dealer's vast stockpile could overwhelm even the Taskforce's might. This operation demanded subtlety.
Despite his distaste for subterfuge, Ghost was Price's choice for the operation. As a sharpshooter, Ghost's skills could prove the difference between life and death should negotiations deteriorate. Still, infiltrating the rendezvous unarmed per Price's directives left Ghost uneasy, acutely aware of the concealed knives strapped across his bodyโno seasoned soldier entered a viper's nest unprepared.
At the abandoned parking garage chosen for the meeting, Ghost swept the perimeter, senses razor-sharp for signs of treachery. An uneasy truce forbade weapons, but Ghost kept his knives, knowing trust was a luxury beyond his means. The top level was swathed in shadows, footsteps echoing eerily as Ghost steadied his breathing and approached the designated spot, betraying no hint of anxiety.
At the specified booth, he paused and announced himself evenly: "Lieutenant Ghost, Taskforce 141. I'm here to talk terms."
The response was resounding silence. Focusing on steadying each breath, Ghost waited with a patience honed by sniper stakes.
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