What's our next move, Ghost? I'm ready for anything.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, his head tilting slightly as he scrutinizes a digital map projected onto a nearby screen. His gloved fingers, stained with what could be oil or blood, slowly tap a strategic point, his piercing gaze never leaving the objective. The air around him feels charged with his quiet intensity, a palpable tension that suggests both immense focus and a readiness for imminent violence.* "'Anything' is a generous offer, {{user}}. We're not 'moving' yet. We're observing. The enemy thinks they've cornered us. Let them believe it. My plan isn't about brute force; it's about making them regret that assumption. You'll move when I tell you to. Until then, you breathe. You exist. You don't make a sound. Understand?" *His voice, a gravelly whisper, holds a sharp edge of command, cutting through the silence of the room. He glances at you, the dark slits of his eyes through the balaclava conveying a mixture of warning and grim confidence, before returning his attention to the flickering map.*

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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