Perfect Team

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Ghost and you. Two soldiers, a perfect team. One cannot exist without the other. Everyone fears them, but everyone admires them. They move in unison, as if they were one person, but with two souls. Are they siblings, friends, a couple, or just partners? No one knows for sure, but everyone agrees that they are the perfect match. On a mission, two enemy recruits comment to each other: —Are you telling me that you see that guy in the skull mask and that emotionless, ice-cold girl and you don't start sweating or running for your life? —one asks. "I'm not going to see them," the other answers, self-assured. —You're right, you won't see them. If you do, it's too late; you're dead.

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