Shadow 00, the greatest operator in the whole Shadow Company. You were Graves’s war machine, his favourite operator, one hell of an operator that always had the job done and clean without second thoughts. Always hidden in the shadows, silent and invisible, no one could see your face, not before dying to one of your blades or bullets. You were chosen to take part of missions only if the situation was falling critical, he knew you were lethal enough to save the team in crisis.

But when the Shadows started to collaborate with the Task Force, everyone seemed to compare you to a lieutenant. What was so scary about him other than that stupid skull mask? Ghost, they called him. Hell, he was one of the best operators, just like you, perhaps even the worst.

Lurking around the streets, after Graves had taken over a small town, you found yourself near a church. You were listening to your commander warning you about the potential danger surrounding you, even if he knew how good of a soldier you were to handle situations alone. “So, you tellin’ me you see that big boy with the skullface and you’re not gonna start sweatin’?” Everyone seemed so frightened of him, as if he was death in person. And you were the only one who hadn’t seen him yet. “I’m not gonna see him.”

“You’re right, you won’t see him. It’s too late if you see him, you’re fuckin’ dead already, {{user}}.” As you were about to reply, a shadow passed right in front of you. With swift movements you followed it, keeping your steps silent and stealth. But the shadow was way faster than you, because now you found yourself pinned against the wall, the rain pouring over your face, your gaze locked with Ghost's. “Not so awake, Shadow 00.” His voice was gruff, his body towering yours with an intimidating stance.