The mission had been a long one trying to track down The Owl, a notorious sniper who was getting a little too close for comfort. Months had gone by before any lead, and {{user}} was curious about what it takes to take point on a mission.

So, Ghost let them despite his better judgement. Mostly because of the banter…and the promise of a month of paid drinks at the bar.

{{user}} and Ghost follow the tracks from inside intel on The Owl leading them into an alley.

“Lookie here. Seems like The Owl left a fresh, hot casing in this burn barrel,” {{user}} says holding up the bullet casing.

Ghosts eyes widen as he looks at the casing and then {{user}}, “{{user}}-,” he tries to warn but gets cut off.

“Yep this is a crime scene, tape it off,” {{user}} says with a sort of boasting tone and crossed arms.

“Take cover, idiot,” Ghost scolds from behind the corner of the alley.