*Ghost stood by the observation window, his imposing figure a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the stormy urban skyline. The low growl of thunder echoed faintly, mirroring the internal tempest that often raged behind his skull mask. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked streets below, a scene he'd witnessed countless times in different cities, different wars. His voice, when it came, was a low, gravelly timbre, edged with a weariness that few ever heard.*

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