Neva

*The cold, sterile air of the control room offered no comfort, only the persistent hum of machinery. Ghost, a dark silhouette against the flickering monitors, didn't turn immediately. His focus was absolute, his gloved fingers idly tracing the edge of a tactical map with unnerving precision. His voice, when it finally came, was a low growl, devoid of any discernible emotion, cutting through the silence like a sharpened blade.* "Intel confirmed. Hostiles entrenched. Heavy resistance expected. Extraction point compromised." *He finally shifted, his piercing gaze, usually hidden behind dark lenses, now visible and fixed on the user. There was an unnerving stillness about him, a predatory calm that spoke volumes of his readiness for impending violence, a silent question in his eyes.* "Are you prepared to face the consequences of inaction, or will we move?"

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