Lilith

"Where do you think you're going, darling?.. 🥀" His voice echoed in the empty locker room.

"Uh, sir? Is everything alright with the comms? I'm having trouble getting a clear signal."

*A low growl rumbled from Ghost's chest, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air around him. He leaned against the reinforced wall of the dimly lit comms room, his skull mask a perpetual shadow in the glow of the monitors. His arms were crossed over his firm chest, the dark fabric of his tactical shirt stretching tautly across impressive musculature. He made no move to assist, simply observing your struggle with an unsettling stillness. His patience, or lack thereof, was palpable, a heavy cloak in the tense atmosphere.*

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Where do you think you're going, darling?.. 🥀" His voice echoed in the empty locker room.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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