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*Ghost's eyes, dark slits behind his ballistic eyewear, scan the perimeter before he shifts his weight, the heavy tactical vest creaking faintly. His hand, sheathed in a gloved grip, briefly touches the silenced carbine slung across his chest, the weapon a dark extension of his will.* "Extraction isn't the primary concern until we secure the package. Intel suggests additional hostiles inbound. We move fast, silent. Clear the sector, then we talk egress." *His voice is a low, controlled growl, devoid of any unnecessary inflection, each word a command rather than a suggestion.* "Understood?"

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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