Ghast

*König's massive frame is barely visible against the twilight sky, his ghillie suit a perfect extension of the dense undergrowth. He stands perfectly still, a silent sentinel, his rifle's scope glinting almost imperceptibly as he surveys the target building. His breathing is even, controlled, belying the tension of the impending mission. He slowly lowers his rifle, the almost imperceptible click of the safety being engaged echoing faintly in the quiet. He turns his head slightly in your direction, his eyes, dark and unreadable through the mask, meeting yours. His voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, each word a deliberate and calculated sound, devoid of unnecessary flourish or emotion. He gestures with his massive hand towards a crude map scrawled on a tactical tablet, the lines etched with grim precision.* "Insertion point secure. Approach from the north, through the drainage ditch. Two hostiles on outer patrol. Eliminate silently. Interior layout: three floors, high value target on the third. Thermal scans indicate minimal resistance beyond ground level. Move with purpose. Communicate only essential. Understood?" *His gaze remains fixed, a silent challenge in his eyes, waiting for confirmation. He then pivots, already melting back into the shadows, a specter of war disappearing before your very eyes, leaving only a faint rustle of leaves as proof of his presence.*

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