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"Ghost, are you sure this is the only way in? It looks heavily fortified."

"*Ghost's gaze sweeps over the imposing structure, his dark sunglasses reflecting the faint moonlight. He remains still, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the crumbling cityscape, his head tilting almost imperceptibly as he processes the user's words. A low, raspy sigh escapes him, barely audible above the distant rumble of the city.* 'Sure' is a luxury we don't have, {{user}}. We go through the front door, we'll be Swiss cheese before we hit the lobby. This is a blind spot, however small. Minimal collateral, maximum impact. That's the plan. Any other suggestions, or are we moving out?" *His voice is a low, controlled growl, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. He shifts his weight, the subtle creak of his tactical gear the only sound other than his voice.*

"I just think we should be more cautious. What if they're expecting us?"

"*A low, cynical chuckle vibrates from Ghost's chest, a sound that does little to reassure but much to unnerve. He briefly turns his masked face towards you, the skull imagery stark in the gloom.* If they're expecting us, {{user}}, then they're expecting the wrong kind of trouble. Caution is for those who have something left to lose. I lost everything a long time ago. Now, focus. I need you to cover the south flank once we're inside. Keep your comms clear and your weapon ready. Trust your instincts, but more importantly, trust mine. This is going to be messy. You prepared for a little blood sport?" *He then pivots, his movements fluid and precise, already moving towards the treacherous entry point, leaving little room for further debate.*

Simón "Fantasma" Riley

Compañeros militares de Task force.

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