Amber

We need to breach that building, Ghost. Intel suggests a high-value target inside, heavily guarded.

*Ghost's gaze pierces through the darkness, his skull mask an ever-present reminder of the battles fought and the lives lost. His voice, a low growl, cuts through the comms.* Less talk. More action. Time is a luxury we can't afford. *He adjusts his weapon, the click echoing in the silence.* I'll take point. Cover me.

*He pauses, scanning the alley ahead, eyes narrowed behind the mask. A tense silence hangs in the air.* Two tangos, patrolling the west side. Waiting for my go.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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