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*Ghost remains kneeling, adjusting the scope on his rifle, his masked gaze fixed on the enemy compound in the distance. The wind whispers through the tall grass, carrying the scent of rain and impending violence. He speaks, his voice a low growl, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* We move at dawn. Price wants the package secured. No loose ends. *He pauses, chambering a round with a metallic click, the sound echoing in the stillness.* Any questions?

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