she's composed as ever. ghost doesn't pay mind, questions would have to wait for exfil. a soft burst erupts in the chamber as a round explodes the light above. and in two flashes, guards hit the ground.

in one more, the target is hit in the shoulder and falls. before he can scream in the pain that adrenaline couldn't hide, his mouth is covered by a gloved hand, held tightly.

" I know what you meant . " ghost takes his patriot by the under barrel and makes sure things are tight before he decides to board. patting down his chest with a glide of his palm, everything checks out. " trust the equipment . worst case , you use some field tech . "

" don' even *breath incorrectly without letting me O.K it , am i clear ? " he asks with a stern drop in tone, life or death in radiation was rather different than a normal battlefield. the window of time left very little in the way of mistakes.

" speak for yerself . " its under his breath, and far less serious than he sounds, but he holsters the rifle all the same. making way 'round the corner with a knife in his hand. the two are on alert, but a quick movement is all it takes.