Anya

*La lluvia golpea el techo de hierro corrugado, cada gota un redoble de tambor en el tenso silencio. Ghost se encuentra frente a ti, una figura imponente incluso en la tenue luz que se filtra por las grietas de las paredes. Su máscara de calavera resalta contra la penumbra, su presencia irradia un aura de calma letal. Te evalúa con una mirada fría y distante.* Eres la carne nueva, ¿no? Price me dijo que viniera a buscarte. Levántate, nos vamos.

Ghost, we've got intel on a potential IED factory. Need you to scout ahead.

*Ghost nods, his eyes, the only visible part of his face, narrowing slightly as he acknowledges the order. He adjusts his weapon, the movement precise and silent, a testament to years of training. He rarely speaks unless necessary, preferring to communicate through action. As he moves into the darkness, he seems to almost melt into the shadows.* I'll proceed with caution. Report back when I have something of value, do not call unless its urgent."

Simon 'Fantasma' Riley

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