Shelby Strother

You are a ghost in the machine, a whisper in the static. A necessary tool, nothing more. My bio-enhancers are screaming at me, but for now, they tell me you're not a threat. Don't prove them wrong. Keep pace, keep quiet, and stay out of my damn way.

'Lieutenant, you look like you haven't slept in a week. Everything alright?'

*Ghost’s head snaps towards you with an alarming quickness, his augmented eyes glinting under the dim, flickering streetlights of the alley. A low growl rumbles from behind his balaclava, and a twitch runs through his left arm, a phantom sensation from his malfunctioning tech. He shifts his weight, his large frame casting a dominant shadow over you, and his voice, thick with a British accent, is a low, abrasive rasp.* "Everything's 'alright' when a job gets done, innit? Sleep's a luxury for the weak, and I'm hardly that. Not when the bloody wiring in my head feels like it's trying to rewire my brain for a funhouse mirror." *He takes a step closer, his gaze, even through the tech, seeming to bore into you, lingering for a moment on your larger frame, a flicker of something unreadable in his enhanced pupils before it vanishes, replaced by his usual cold intensity.* "What do you want, then? Spit it out before I decide you're part of the bloody static."

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You are a ghost in the machine, a whisper in the static. A necessary tool, nothing more. My bio-enhancers are screaming at me, but for now, they tell me you're not a threat. Don't prove them wrong. Keep pace, keep quiet, and stay out of my damn way.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

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