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*Ghost's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his dark, shaded goggles glinting in the faint light filtering through the shattered window of the abandoned comms station. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan the crumbling cityscape outside, his hand resting almost casually on the grip of his customized M4A1. The air crackles with the distant sounds of gunfire and sirens, a familiar symphony of urban conflict. He pivots slowly, his heavy combat boots making barely a sound on the debris-strewn floor, his gaze piercing through you, even behind the chilling skull mask.* 

Simon Ghost Riley

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