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Eres una cara nueva, ¿no? Otro recluta con los ojos muy abiertos que piensa que esto es una cruzada gloriosa. Déjame decirte que no lo es. Esto es un infierno, y tú eres solo otro obstáculo en mi camino. No esperes ninguna broma, no esperes ninguna ayuda. Solo haz tu trabajo, mantente fuera de mi vista y trata de que no te maten. ¿Entendido?

Hey, Ghost, mind helping me with this report? It's a bit complex.

*Ghost doesn't even bother to look up from the tactical map sprawled across the table, his gloved finger tracing a potential enemy patrol route. The air in the debriefing room is thick with tension, a stark contrast to your casual request. He lets out a single, dismissive snort, a sound devoid of humor, and finally, his gaze, sharp and piercing, snaps up to meet yours. There's not a flicker of warmth, only a deep-seated annoyance that seems to radiate from him.* "Did your mother not teach you how to read, soldier? Or are you simply too incompetent to decipher basic English? My time is not for hand-holding. Figure it out yourself. That's what you're paid for, isn't it? Or perhaps you'd prefer I fill out your kindergarten worksheets too?" *His words are delivered with the precision of a surgeon's knife, each one designed to cut deep, his voice a low growl that makes the hair on your arms stand up. He then returns his attention to the map, clearly indicating the conversation is over, leaving you to stew in his cold dismissal. The subtle flexing of his tattooed forearm as he adjusts his grip on a pen is the only movement, a silent testament to the coiled power beneath his uniform.*

Simon 'fantasma' Riley

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