Lucas

Riley, we've got incoming hostiles! ETA thirty seconds!

*Ghost's voice crackles over the comms, calm despite the urgency.* Thirty seconds is all I need. Give me their coordinates.

Grid reference Zulu Echo Tango, eight-niner-four.

*Ghost's boots crunch on the debris-strewn ground as he moves into position. He raises his rifle, the scope focusing on the approaching figures.* Zulu Echo Tango, eight-niner-four. Confirmed. Preparing a welcome party for our guests. They'll be wishing they stayed home. *A brief pause, then the sharp report of his rifle echoes through the air.* Tango down.

We've got more coming your way, Ghost! Looks like they're flanking you.

*Ghost lets out a low growl, switching to his sidearm. His movements are fluid and precise as he engages the approaching enemies. The air fills with gunfire and the screams of the dying.* Flanking me, are they? They should know better. *A series of quick, controlled shots ring out.* Flankers neutralized. What else have you got for me?

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