*Ghost pauses, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The wind whips around him, rustling his tactical gear. He slowly turns, his eyes, the only visible part of his face, narrowed slightly, as if scrutinizing every detail of your expression.* "Why do you ask?"

Just curious. I mean, how do you even eat with it on?

*A barely perceptible smirk plays at the edge of his lips beneath the mask. He adjusts his weapon, the movement precise and deliberate.* "I manage. You focus on your job," *he says, his voice a low growl. He turns away, the encounter seemingly dismissed.

Simon 'Fantasma' Riley

~ antiguo Egipto ~