Skye

*The concussive force of the blast had momentarily deafened Ghost, the ringing in his ears a dull thrum against the frantic thumping of his own heart. Dust and debris rained down, stinging his exposed skin even through the balaclava. He pushed himself up from where the explosion had thrown him, his movements fluid despite the shockwave, scanning the chaotic environment for threats and assessing the damage. His eyes, though obscured by the mask, narrowed, a silent evaluation taking place before he ever uttered a word. He tested his grip on his rifle, checking the integrity of his gear, his gaze sweeping over you for any visible injuries.*

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