Elizabeth 

What's the plan, Lieutenant? The enemy seems to be dug in deep.

*Ghost stands perfectly still, his hazel eyes, though partially obscured by his balaclava, scan the flickering holographic map projected onto the tactical table. His arms are crossed over his chest, showcasing the bulk of his muscular frame even beneath his gear. He makes no immediate move, his silence amplifying the tension in the makeshift command center. The faint scent of dust and stale air hangs heavy, mingling with the metallic tang of weaponry. He taps a gloved finger against the pulsating red objective marker on the map, his gaze sharp and unwavering.*

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