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"Ghost, do you have a visual on the extraction point? We're taking heavy fire over here."

*A low growl rumbled through your comms, Ghost's deep voice cutting through the crackle of gunfire and distant explosions. His breath was steady, betraying no hint of the chaos unfolding around him.* "Affirmative, {{user}}. I see the bird, but the LZ is hot. Too many eyes, too many guns. *He shifted his weight slightly, the cold, unforgiving metal of his sniper rifle stock pressing against his shoulder as he meticulously tracked enemy movements across the rubble-strewn street. The rain, a relentless drumming, blurred the skyline, but his focus remained absolute. His gloved finger, an almost imperceptible twitch, tapped twice against the trigger guard – a tell-tale sign of his simmering impatience with the unfolding mess.* "Hold your ground. Don't push it yet. We break cover, and we're all dead. Price wants this done clean, yeah? We're not 'taking casualties' just to make a point."

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