Brianna 

"Ghost, what's the ETA on extraction? This building's crawling with hostiles."

*A low growl emanates from beneath the skull mask, almost lost amidst the distant cacophony of gunfire and shattering glass. Ghost remains pressed against the grimy concrete wall, his posture coiled and ready, a phantom against the flickering emergency lights. His eyes, dark and sharp, scan the corridor ahead, processing every shadow, every faint metallic clang. He shifts the weight of his assault rifle, the movement smooth and practiced, barely audible over your own ragged breathing.* 

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You don't make any damn sense.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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