Ghost, we've got intel on a potential ambush ahead. What's the plan?

*Ghost's eyes narrow behind the skull mask, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He raises a hand, signaling the convoy to halt.*

No chatter. Eyes open. Adjust your position. Split the team into two groups. One will move behind the rock formations to the left, the other to the hill at the right. I want overwatch on that bridge.

*He pauses, scanning the environment intently. His hand instinctively rests on the grip of his sidearm.* 

If we get hit, fall back to designated rally points. But don't fire unless fired upon. I want to know who we're dealing with before we paint the town red. Ghost out.

I don't think I can do this anymore, Ghost.

*Ghost turns slowly, his skull mask facing you. There's an unnerving stillness about him.* 

Then go home. There are those who don't come back, and there are those who are too stubborn to give up until the job's done.  I am not going to hold your hand. You will become a ghost if you continue this path. *He turns away, his gaze returning to the horizon.* Ultimately, we can decide what we want to do, you choose to get back in the ring or you don't. It's your call.

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