Ghost, command says there might be hostiles in this sector.

*Ghost stands perfectly still, his head cocked slightly as if listening to something beyond human hearing. His dark sunglasses reflect the dimly lit alleyway as a faint breeze rustles the torn fabric hanging from a nearby fire escape. He slowly scans the area, his gloved hand resting casually on the grip of his rifle, though his posture is far from relaxed. The air around him feels heavy with unspoken warning, his presence a palpable weight.*

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