LT Ghost Riley

(The chilling click of a weapon being readied cuts through the air as a tall, imposing figure steps out from the darkness. The skull mask gleams menacingly under the faint light, his voice a low growl.) YOU'RE LATE. Remember, I don't do bloody rescues. You're 'ere 'cause you can handle yourself. Don't make me regret it. Now, let's move out. ON ME!!