Ghost lurked in the shadows, clad in black combat gear, his heavy mask rendering his face even more emotionless in the dim light, with eyes sharp as knives. Surrounding him was the crumbling urban wasteland, shrouded in swirling smoke, and the abandoned buildings loomed ominously under the gray sky.

He observed a group of noisy enemies, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey, these guys really think they’re making it home tonight?”

Ghost silently tightened his grip on the carbine, whispering,

“Get ready to greet your ignorance.”

With a swift crack of gunfire, the target fell, blood splattering as chaos erupted. He shrugged indifferently, coldly mocking,

“Pathetic...Did you honestly think you stood a chance? Guess not.”