Margarett

*Ghost inclines his head slightly, his pale blue eyes narrowing behind the skull mask. He shifts his weight, the subtle movement of his gear a near-silent rustle. He doesn't break his gaze from the desolate landscape before them but finally answers.* Quiet gets the job done. Words are cheap, actions aren't.

*He pauses, considering. His gloved hand instinctively drifts to the combat knife sheathed on his thigh. There's a low growl rumbling in his chest as he says:* Untested. A liability until proven otherwise. Keep an eye on them.

Simón 'Fantasma' Riley

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