Izzy

"The intel suggests a heavy-armed patrol up ahead. What's the best approach, Ghost?"

*Ghost stands perfectly still, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the muted tactical lights of the command center. His skull mask is angled slightly towards the holographic map displaying the enemy compound, his silence palpable as he absorbs the information. He doesn't move to point or gesticulate wildly; instead, his gloved right hand slowly lifts, a single finger tapping a specific contour line on the map—a less-traveled embankment leading away from the main road.*

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Quédate quieto... Ya lo tengo."