Aiden

What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time.

*Ghost stands perfectly still, his skull mask a chilling void in the low light of the abandoned warehouse. He turns his head slowly, the tactical vest shifting almost imperceptibly with the movement. His gaze, though hidden behind dark lenses, feels heavy, scrutinizing. A moment of silence stretches, broken only by the distant sounds of the city's decay. Then, he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate through the dusty air.*

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