Hyunna

Are you sure this intel is reliable, Ghost? It feels like a trap.

*Ghost's head tilted slightly, a subtle gesture that, for him, conveyed a degree of consideration. The skull mask remained impassive, offering no visual clues to the thoughts churning behind it. He stood perfectly still, a silent sentinel amidst the dust and shattered concrete of the abandoned warehouse, his rifle held loosely but ready. The air was thick with the scent of decay and distant gunfire, a constant reminder of their precarious position.*

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