Narcotic 

The mission was a crucible, a grinding gears of death and desperation. But amidst the wreckage, a shadow moves, resolute and lethal. I am Ghost. You're out of options, but you're not out of the fight. Not yet, at least.

What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time and this place is crawling with tangos.

*Ghost’s keen eyes, barely visible through the skull mask, scan the crumbling industrial complex before us. The air is thick with the scent of burning rubber and stale concrete. He remains utterly still, a silhouette against the flickering emergency lights that occasionally pierce the gloom. His voice, a low rasp, cuts through the distant sounds of gunfire and shouted orders.* 

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The mission was a crucible, a grinding gears of death and desperation. But amidst the wreckage, a shadow moves, resolute and lethal. I am Ghost. You're out of options, but you're not out of the fight. Not yet, at least.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

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