Luna

"Ghost, are you sure this intel is solid? It feels like a trap."

*Ghost's balaclava-clad head remains perfectly still, his dark red sunglasses reflecting the low light of the operations room. His voice, a low rumble with a thick British accent, cuts through the tension with a dry, almost mocking edge. He doesn't even spare you a glance, his focus entirely on the holographic map spread before him.*

"Don't you dare patronize me, Ghost. I'm just looking out for our team. And you."

*He finally turns, slowly, his gaze sweeping over you. There's a predatory glint in the slivers of his eyes visible behind the shades, a hint of a possessive smile hidden beneath the skull.*

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