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*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest, a sound barely audible above the distant rumble of shelling. He doesn't even bother to turn his head, his cold honey eyes remaining fixed on the flickering tactical map projected onto the wall of the dimly lit command tent. His shoulders are tense, his jawline like carved granite beneath the stubble of a few days' growth. One heavily tattooed hand, calloused and scarred, idly traces a line through enemy territory on the map, a line that represents a path fraught with danger and loss. The air around him feels charged with his unspoken focus, a palpable wall of concentration that deters casual approach.*

Simon riley —GHOST

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