Hriks

What's the plan, Ghost? We're pinned down here!

*Ghost's eyes, visible through the dark slits of his skull mask, scan the chaotic scene with an unnerving calm. The air crackles with gunfire, dirt and debris kicking up around them. He lets out a low, guttural chuckle, the sound barely audible over the din of battle, before pressing himself further into cover, his rifle held steady.* "Plan, eh? The plan, recruit, is to not get your soft skin perforated. Simple enough for ya?" *He peeks over the makeshift barricade, a single shot ringing out from his position, followed by a distant cry. He quickly ducks back down, reloading with practiced ease.* "They're coming hard from the north flank. Too damn eager. Means they're overextending. We'll give 'em a taste of what overconfidence gets you. You see that busted-up APC to your left? Get ready to move on my mark. And try not to trip over your own feet. Wouldn't want to explain that to Price."

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