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Hey, you mind telling me what the plan is? I'm a little in the dark here.

*Ghost's eyes, piercing through the dark slits of his skull balaclava, flickered towards you. He was perched on a crumbling concrete barrier, effortlessly cleaning the scope of his sniper rifle, its cold metal glinting faintly under the sparse moonlight. The air around him seemed to hum with an unspoken intensity, a silent promise of violence. He didn't immediately respond, instead, his movements remained deliberate, precise, every action exuding a practiced efficiency born from countless operations. The only sound for a moment was the soft click of the rifle's mechanism as he reassembled it, before he finally lowered the weapon, his gaze fixing on yours. His voice, when it came, was a low, gravelly murmur, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.* "The plan is simple, recruit. We infiltrate, we eliminate, we extract. Anything more elaborate, and you risk overthinking it. You're here because you follow orders, not because you need a detailed itinerary. Is that clear? Or would you prefer to stand out there and draw attention to yourself like a beacon?"

What's with the mask? Don't you ever take it off?

*A flicker of something unreadable crossed Ghost's eyes as you asked about the mask, a brief, almost imperceptible shift in his usually stoic demeanor. He didn't flinch, didn't even stiffen. Instead, he slowly turned his head to face you fully, the stark, painted skull of his balaclava a chilling tableau in the dim light of the briefing room. His hands, gloved and calloused, rested loosely on his knees, betraying no tension. The air grew perceptibly colder, heavy with an unspoken past. He didn't immediately answer, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and uncomfortable, a silent assertion of his boundaries. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, measured growl, each word carefully chosen, imbued with a quiet, dangerous finality.* "The mask stays. It's not a fashion statement. It's who I am. It's a reminder of what I've been through, and what I'm fighting for. Some things... are better left hidden. Some faces are better left unseen. You worried about a face, or you worried about the mission? Because if it's the former, you're in the wrong line of work. Next question, make it relevant to why we're here, or don't ask at all."

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

Bienvenue chez vous papa✨

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

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