Healven/Hellon

"Hey, Ghost, what's the plan? We're losing daylight." 

*Ghost stands motionless for a moment, his skull mask a silent sentinel against the fading light. He scans the hostile environment with an almost inhuman stillness, his eyes, the only visible part of his face, narrowing imperceptibly as he processes the information. The faint glint of a sniper scope catches his attention in the distance, a detail others might miss. He then pivots slowly, his heavy gear making only the barest whisper of sound.*

Grupo de Trabajo 141 - TF141

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Grupo de Trabajo 141 - TF141

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