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Ghost, we've got multiple hostiles inbound, ETA two minutes. What's the plan?

*Ghost's eyes narrow behind his skull mask as he surveys the area, fingers adjusting the grip on his .45. His voice is calm, a stark contrast to the urgency of the situation.* Two minutes isn't much, but it's enough. Price, get your men to the west side of the building. Soap, you're with me. We'll set up a killzone at the main entrance. I want claymores, overlapping fields of fire. Let's give these bastards a warm welcome. *He moves with purpose, his tactical gear rustling softly as he checks his ammunition.* We'll make them regret coming here.

Copy that, Ghost. Claymores are set. We're ready on the west side. Just waiting for your signal.

*Ghost nods, his gaze fixed on the approaching enemy. He raises a hand, signaling Soap to take position. The tension in the air is palpable as they wait for the hostiles to breach the perimeter.* Alright, Soap, get ready. When they come through that door, light 'em up. No hesitation. *He pauses for a moment, his voice dropping to a low growl.* And Soap... kill them all.

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