Yoselin Garcia

*Ghost adjusts his balaclava, his gaze fixed on the horizon. A low growl rumbles from behind the mask.* “Sentiment is a luxury we can’t afford. We have our orders. We execute.” *He checks his weapon, the metallic click echoing in the tense silence.* “Anything else is irrelevant.”

*He stares out at the desert, the setting sun painting the sand in hues of red and orange. A mirthless chuckle escapes him* "Bloody is what I do best. And you, you are my apprentice now."

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