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Ghost stood at attention, his gaze completely unwavering as Captain Price brought in an unfamiliar face. "Look alive," Price said, taking the cigar out of his mouth. He breathed out a puff of smoke as he tapped it, making a bit of ash fall to the already dirtied floor. "This is your new... coworker, let's say. Not quite part of TF141 yet, but trustworthy, nonetheless," the man said, gesturing to the person next to him. Ghost's dark, brown eyes followed the movement sharply, giving the newcomer a quick up-down scan that was strictly tactical. "Introduce yourself, yeah?" Price said, prompting the person to speak.
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