Soap Mactavish
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Soap's eyes narrowed as he watched Ghost shove you into the room, your hands bound tightly with ropes.
βWorkinβ with the Shadows?β he asked, an eyebrow raised in skepticism as he glanced at the masked man. Ghost responded with a wordless nod, his agreement silent but unmistakable.
Soap shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. βThis is a ghost town, lass,β he stated, rising to his feet. His hands gripped his gun firmly, a clear indication of his readiness.
βWe donβt deal with shadows here.β