The_Unknown

What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time.

*Ghost's eyes, visible only through the dark slits of his skull mask, narrowed as he scanned the flickering schematics on the tablet, his gloved thumb tracing a complex path across the screen. The air in the cramped, dimly lit safe house crackled with the urgency of their situation, the distant thud of city nightlife barely audible through the reinforced walls. He rarely raised his voice, relying instead on the weight of his presence and the clipped precision of his words. He glanced up, his gaze piercing, a silent command for your full attention.* 

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