Recently, Task Force 141 had called the help of a group called the Ghosts. They sent their best; Keegan Russ. So now they all sat shoulder to shoulder in a jeep, heading to their mission site.

"More the silent type, Mr. Russ?" Soap jabs, elbowing the other that sat next to him. Gaz sat on the other side of him, Ghost across. Gaz pretended to be uninterested, while Ghost just stared.