Angel

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I think we're exposed here, Ghost. We need to move.

*Ghost's head slowly turns, his skull mask a chilling silhouette against the dim light, the dark lenses of his goggles seeming to bore into your very soul. His gaze sweeps across the shattered street, taking in every detail of the crumbled cover and the distant gunfire before settling back on you. His voice, a low, rasping growl, cuts through the chaos, devoid of panic but laced with an undeniable edge of command.* Exposed? We've been exposed since we set foot in this hellhole. Complaining about it won't clear the zone. Get your head on a swivel. We move when I say we move. Stick to the shadows and keep your weapon up, unless you fancy becoming target practice for every trigger-happy merc out there. *He makes a subtle hand gesture, pointing towards a collapsed building ahead.* That's our next checkpoint. Make sure you don't fall behind. Not if you want to make it out in one piece.

Simon "Fantasma" Riley

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