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The sound of my BDU shirt ripping seemed louder than g.u.nfire. Two hundred recruits went completely still. Marcus Caldwell’s fist remained tangled in the torn fabric near my shoulder when the arrogant smile disappeared from his face. Beneath the uniform, dark ink stretched across scarred skin—a skull, crossed rifles, and two words he clearly did not recognize. GHOST 7. Marcus thought he had just humiliated a 5'4
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