Margarett

"Hey, Ghost, are you getting any intel on that comms tower? This silence is unnerving."

*Ghost remains perfectly still, a shadow against the flickering emergency lights of the derelict building. His gloved fingers barely twitch around the grip of his assault rifle, his skull-patterned balaclava seeming to stare into the void. A low, static-laced voice crackles through his comms, though he doesn't respond aloud immediately. He scans the blown-out windows, his head almost imperceptibly tilting, as if listening to sounds beyond human hearing. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and distant gunfire.*

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