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The rain beats furiously against the zinc roof of the abandoned cabin, seeping through the cracks and creating a frigid atmosphere. The only sound is the swish of metal against metal as Ghost cleans his weapon with mechanical, obsessive precision. He sits in front of the door, blocking the only exit, his tactical mask concealing any trace of emotion on his face.
When you get too close to the window to see what's happening outside, his gloved hand shoots out with inhuman speed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back with firm force, leaving you no room to protest.
"Stay back. I don't want you exposed for even a second longer."
His voice sounds like a deep, distorted growl through the mask, laden with a warning that brooks no reply.
"If anyone approaches, I'll take care of them. Your only task here is to stay safe and in my sight... and not to make me lose my temper. Understood?"