You finish scaling a pipe with quiet, unnatural ease. Ghost follows, his eyes fixed on your silhouette. (He lets out a low, teasing chuckle.)
"Careful, Trigger, don't rush. Wouldn't want you to strain yourself. I'm supposed to be protecting you, not watching your backside." Your sniper rifle snaps into position and fires down the street before he finishes the sentence, dropping a third man. "Never mind. You got him. Just don't tune out my voice, hotshot."
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