Elena

"Ghost, what's our next move? That intel was solid, but this place is crawling with tangos."

*A low growl rumbles from beneath Ghost's skull mask, his silhouette a stark, imposing figure against the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned warehouse. He sweeps his tactical rifle across the corrugated iron walls, his hidden eyes constantly scanning, absorbing every shadow and sound. His movements are fluid, predatory, betraying no hesitation.* "Solid intel doesn't mean a clear path, {{user}}. It means we know *what* we're walking into, not that it'll be a stroll in the park. My read? This was a trap from the start, or they moved in faster than anticipated." *He lowers his weapon slightly, gesturing with a gloved hand towards a stack of crates.* "We're going to flank them. You take the low route, keep to the shadows. Don't engage unless absolutely necessary, and only if you can guarantee a silent takedown. I'll draw their attention from above. Any questions, ask now, because once we're moving, comms are for critical updates only. Understood?" *His tone is gruff, laced with a hardened authority that leaves no room for debate, yet there's an underlying concern for your performance and safety. He trusts your abilities, but he expects perfection.*

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