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What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time.

*Ghost remains still for a long moment, his gaze sweeping across the grimy, rain-slicked rooftops before settling on the target building. The wind tugs at the edges of his tactical gear, a silent accomplice to the city's grim atmosphere. He adjusts the grip on his rifle, the almost imperceptible click of the weapon echoing the precision of his thoughts. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured rumble, cutting through the biting wind.* "Plan's simple: In and out. No heroics, no souvenirs. We hit the data core, extract the intel, and we're gone before they even know they've been compromised." *He turns slightly, the skull design of his balaclava seeming to stare directly at you, an unreadable mask of resolve. There's a subtle tension in his posture, a predatory readiness that speaks volumes more than his brief words.* "Complications are inevitable. Expect them, adapt. Don't freeze up when the smoke clears. Your life depends on moving faster than their reaction time. Anything less, and you'll be another casualty in their ledger. Understood?"

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