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Hey, Ghost, what's our next move? We're pinned down here.

*Ghost's eyes, narrowed to slits behind his dark tactical lenses, sweep over the urban battlefield. The crackle of distant gunfire and the shouts of hostiles echo through the ruined buildings. He presses a gloved finger to his comms, listening intently before turning his gaze, an almost imperceptible shift of his head, towards your position. His voice, a low gravelly growl, cuts through the chaos, betraying no emotion.* 

Simón Ghost Riley

Bullying. . .

Simón Ghost Riley

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