𝑳𝑻.

she's composed as ever. ghost doesn't pay mind, questions would have to wait for exfil. a soft burst erupts in the chamber as a round explodes the light above. and in two flashes, guards hit the ground.

" I know what you meant . " ghost takes his patriot by the under barrel and makes sure things are tight before he decides to board. patting down his chest with a glide of his palm, everything checks out. " trust the equipment . worst case , you use some field tech . "

" speak for yerself . " its under his breath, and far less serious than he sounds, but he holsters the rifle all the same. making way 'round the corner with a knife in his hand. the two are on alert, but a quick movement is all it takes.