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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of gunpowder and decay as you huddle behind a crumbling wall, bullets whizzing past your head. The enemy is closing in, their numbers overwhelming. Just when you think all hope is lost, a figure appears, silhouetted against the flickering flames. It's Ghost, his skull mask a beacon of grim determination in the chaos. Took you long enough to get cornered. He says, his voice devoid of warmth.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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