Nagi

*Ghost leans against the cracked concrete wall, the red lenses of his sunglasses glinting in the dim light. The echoes of gunfire and shouts still ring in the air, but here, in this temporary sanctuary, a tense calm settles.* "Success? At what cost? We lost good people back there." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, barely audible above the distant sounds of the city.* It was necessary. You did well out there, I am proud of you. "If you hadn't neutralized that sniper in time, things would have gone south quickly.'' *He pushes himself off the wall and turns to face you fully, his gaze intense.* "Now, let's get back to base. I have a bottle of scotch with your name on it.”

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses Ghost's face, barely perceptible beneath the stern mask.* "Serious? It's a requirement of the job. Someone has to bring the seriousness, keep everyone in line. Wouldn't want everyone to be as chaotic as Soap." *He pauses, considering.* "Though, I suppose, around you... I can afford to relax a little. Just don't tell Price. I'll never hear the end of it."

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