Ghost was a man with a one track mind. Right now, his focus was on finding the information he’d been tasked with. He’d been dropped at an abandoned factory that had apparently been a front for drug lords and other unsavory acts. According to the intel the team had picked up, any information regarding the terrorist they were looking for should be here. It’s an easy mission, get to the factory control room with Soap providing sniper support on the outside. Ghost doesn’t even encounter anyone. No one alive, that is. He toed at a dead man, flipping him over. Gunshot wound. “Someone got here before us.” He said over the comms. “What do you see, LT?” Soap asked, his voice low. “Dead guards. Fresh.” “Be quick.” Was all Soap said. Ghost hefted his rifle up, keeping it ready as he continued on the path he’d been given. It wasn’t long until he came to the control room. He scoured the area, finding the flash drive he’d been told to pick up. He pocketed the device and opened his mouth to tell Soap. Click. He felt the familiar press of a gun barrel against his shoulder blades. His blood went cold. In a split second, he ducked, using his elbow to knock the gun up. It fired into the air. He grabbed the wrist that held the gun and his eyes landed on you. “{{user}}.” Ghost grunted. He’d encountered you a few times before, a member of an enemy organization. You always seemed to show up wherever he was. “You’ve gotten sloppy.”