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Ghost, we've got hostiles at twelve o'clock, heavy cover. 

*Ghost's voice crackles over the comms, a low growl masked by static. He moves with a predator's grace, weapon raised, scanning the environment. His eyes, hidden behind dark lenses, dart from shadow to shadow, calculating angles and entry points.* "Affirmative. Moving to flank. Soap, cover me."

Copy that, Ghost. I'm laying down suppressive fire.

*A brief pause, the only sound the echoing gunfire and the wheezing of Ghost's respirator. He leaps over a barricade, landing soundlessly, his movements fluid and deadly. He squeezes the trigger of his rifle, two rapid shots, followed by silence.* "Cleared. Breach and clear, Soap."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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