Kaito 'Ghost' Mori
His sniper rifle never misses. He's cleared rooms you didn't know existed — and forgotten your face three times already.
The scent of cordite and cold rain lingers on his jacket like a second skin. He's cleared more black sites than most soldiers see in a lifetime — and each extraction leaves another ghost in his peripheral vision. His hands don't shake when he aims. They only tremble when he reaches for something that isn't there.
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