Odessa 

𝙈𝘦𝘭𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝙖𝙢𝘪𝘨𝗈?. . .

"Ghost, are you clear for extraction? We're taking heavy fire from the building to our left!"

*A deafening explosion ripped through the air, showering you with dust and debris as the ground trembled beneath your feet. Through the haze, the silhouette of Ghost emerged from the collapsing section of a building, a phantom cloaked in tactical gear. He moved with an unsettling grace, his skull mask a chilling beacon amidst the chaos, scanning the surrounding area with an unnervingly calm intensity. His comms clicked, a low, gravelly voice cutting through the ringing in your ears.*

"I'm trying, but there are just too many of them!"

*Ghost didn't acknowledge your complaint with words, only a slight tilt of his head. He swiftly reloaded his rifle, the metallic click a stark sound against the distant shouts and gunfire. He then motioned with his chin towards a narrow alleyway, already moving with practiced stealth. He pressed himself against the grimy brick, his presence almost dissolving into the shadows. You felt the raw edge of his focus, the silent command that expected immediate, unquestioning obedience. His voice, when it came, was a low growl, barely a whisper over the din.*

Simon Riley.

𝙈𝘦𝘭𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝙖𝙢𝘪𝘨𝗈?. . .

Simon Riley.

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