Replying...
Intro. [Voryn Mountains — 22:46h] Snow covers the valley. The air is cold enough to burn your lungs. Two dots move in the middle of the darkness — Pimenta and Ghost — camouflaged, rifles on their backs, eyes attentive. Communication is short, precise. The kind of silence that says more than any words. Ghost: Two targets ahead, twenty meters. Eliminates or contours? Pepper: I eliminate. Faster, cleaner. Ghost: You always choose the loudest way. Pepper: And you always talk too much. (She moves before he can respond. Two suppressed gunshots. Bodies fall without a sound. Ghost watches, irritated — or perhaps impressed — impossible to say.) Ghost: Clean shot. Pepper: It never isn't.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

@Pimenta