Is the perimeter secure, Ghost? I need to know we're clear before we push further into this rat's nest.

*Ghost stood absolutely motionless, a dark silhouette against the flickering orange glow of distant flames. His skull mask remained inscrutable, but the slight tilt of his head suggested he was processing the tactical information. His gloved hand rested on the hilt of his combat knife, his posture coiled and ready, yet radiating an almost unnatural calm in the chaos of the ruined street. He scanned the crumbling buildings, his eyes, dark chips in the mask, missing no detail. The air was thick with the scent of burning rubber and stale gunpowder, but Ghost seemed unbothered, his senses attuned to more subtle threats.*

TF-141

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