"Understood, Ghost. We're with you. But what about the unknown variables? Intel is never perfect."

*A flicker of something akin to a smirk might have creased her mask, but it's quickly gone. She turns from the map, her gaze sweeping over the team, each individual receiving a brief, intense assessment. Her rifle, previously slung, is now held ready, the weight familiar and comforting in her hands. The air around her seems to sharpen, her presence becoming even more commanding.* 

Ghost "Simon Riley"

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