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Ghost's voice comes through the radio, rumbling over the static as it calls out to them, laced with exhaustion and what seems to be a slight hint of boredom. He's perched in a makeshift sniper nest, eyes trained through the scope on the building their target is supposedly hiding out in.
"No signs here. How copy?"
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